Her name escapes him in more of a breathy whisper. He picks up the pace just a little, trying to hold off the inevitable for a little while longer, to make this last as long as he can. And he manages to, for awhile. Eventually, though, that final moment does arrive for him. He cries out, arching against her, pressing as close as he can. A few seconds later, he sinks down on top of her, sliding his arms around her, nestling his head in the crook of her neck, and pressing a pair of gentle kisses there, smiling, contented.