She actually groans in protest as he pulls out. It's a different kind of stretch to have him fully leave her, and they hadn't been gentle, as much as they'd intended to be. She's going to be sore.

She lays with her knees still bent under her, for a few breaths, then unfolds with slow, careful grace. She rolls to the side, snuggling against him. She's sweaty and limp and very satisfied.

"I'm good," she mumbled into his shoulder.