Her hands in his hair just pulled little noises out of his throat, which she probably couldn't hear over her own sounds. When she collapsed, he finally stopped, licking his lips and sort of wanting to keep going, see if she'd make more sounds, but he didn't want to overstimulate her too much. So he wiped his face on the back of his arm and got up on the couch with her with a little grunt of effort, flopping next to her. He was hard as hell in his boxers, but he could live with it for a minute, until she was ready for more.