She's gasping out soft sounds, and none of it is contrived; she'd struggle to be silent even if he asked. She only falls quiet as release builds in her, all her senses narrowing until all she's aware of is the steady rhythm of his hips and how greedily she wants him.

"Fuck," which comes as a drawn out whisper against his ear as she comes for the second time in a night. Or if you want to be very technical, the second time in what is already a very promising new year.