His sounds, that shudder, it was incredibly gratifying as her climax ebbed. He withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her with an oddly empty feeling where she'd never felt it before. But he was still inside her. Still inside her and... still hard? Her mind cleared from that wave of pleasure, her afterglow dulled by the realization that he hadn't come. "Quentin?" Caitlin turned her head, craning her neck to look at him behind her.

"Are you okay?" There was worry in her voice. "Was it... was it not good for you?" He could have been doing things just for her sake. Making the sounds. The shudder would have been harder, but she was sure it could just be demonstrative.