He can feel the heat emanating from her body; he's so used to being a human furnace but she's the warm one right now (and he's just the sleepy one because that orgasm? seriously fucking awesome). Turning his head slightly, his lips brush over her temple, their tangled fingers spreading to brush between her thighs and memorize her intimate anatomy by touch. With some difficulty, he bends his head to kiss her knee, spreading her body open with his fingers. She shivers in his arms, telling him to begin.

He already has. He can feel slippery heat, and soft silky skin, folds and dips and a tender knot that makes her body jump in his arms. "You feel so fucking good, baby," he murmurs, nuzzling against her cheekbone, encouraging her to tip her head upward for more kisses. "You gotta... find the spots with - with your fingers. Rub - that, rub that. Circles. Feels good. Little bit, tell me when it starts feeling really good. Shouldn't hurt. Slow, Rach."