His orgasm hits him hard, leaves him boneless and tingling all the way down to his toes, and he doesn't want to move, just wants to hold himself pressed flushed against her. She's amazing. Being with her is amazing, and he can't remember ever feeling that with anyone. Sex makes him feel good usually, but April makes him feel something different, something more. Just as she says it: wow. He bites his lip a little when she looks at him, smirking a little. "Wow, huh?" he mutters though it's not a question. He felt her body responding to him, to his touch. He wanted to make her feel good, and he did. He kisses her mouth in a long slow movement, running his hands into her still damp hair.

He releases her mouth and stares at her for a few seconds, still touching her face. She's beautiful like this. In his bed, with him. "I like doing that with you," he says suddenly, wondering immediately if that's something he should say. But after he says it wishes he had said something better than that, something more true. Something closer to what he felt a few seconds ago. When he felt like he couldn't get close enough to her, deep enough. When he had wanted her to need him back. He just doesn't know how to put the words together, and maybe it's okay if they can just stay like this for a little while longer.

Kissing her again, he smiles easily. "So is that your usual swim time? Because I'll make sure I'm around next time too."