Inasmuch as Meredith's thinking anything at all, she thinks she loves that — being enough to undo him, to draw those too-rare, heartstopping sounds from him. She holds out as long as she can anyway, barely stopping a moment, though there's something about actually feeling him come inside her that means it isn't long at all before she follows, eyes opening wide for just a moment as she draws a deep breath which hits her almost as hard. She doesn't have time to care (if she can still feel like this, there's nothing wrong at all). Tensing, tightening her grip on him, she curls forward to press back against him, nothing soft about her own cries as it sweeps over her, wave after wave of almost too much pleasure leaving her shaking.