Everything about the moment is perfect -- more perfect than anything he's borne witness to before. He forces his eyes open to watch her, though his vision is somewhat obscured, his too long hair falling in his eyes on top of the way she uses him relentlessly. A small involuntary noise of loss leaves his lips when she lets go of his hair, but it's even more beautiful to see her this way, entirely lost in rapture and carefree. His ministrations gentle, lapping kitten licks against her sensitive flesh as he rides out her pleasure too, eventually stopping when it becomes too much for her and pillowing his head on her thigh to watch her come around.