He dipped his head to rest on my chest, and my shaking hands found their way back into his hair again, lightly caressing his scalp. I was gulping down air, trying to catch my breath, regain my senses. I felt him shiver from my touch and his arms tightened around me one more time, before he took a deep breath to gather himself. He began to pull away, to pull out out of me, setting me down lightly and gently on the kitchen floor. I felt so hollow. I was cold at the loss of his touch. I felt his seed leaking down my inner thighs and I clenched them together, almost as if to capture it. 