She lay spent from her orgasm still very deep in a space she hadn’t quite felt before. He spoke sweetly to her, hoping to calm her mind as the inevitable electricity coursed through her body. He quieted her as her shallow breathing told him how much she needed him to soothe her. He asked her what she needed and when she was finally able to answer, she simply said “I need more”. She was insatiable.
He began to work her back up, whispering dark and dirty things into her ear. The pleasure building once again, beginning to grow uncontrollable between her legs. Knowing soon she would have to ask for permission. Once she finally did, he wasn’t ready, he was close but needed to witness more lust and desperation drip from her lips. His denial made her desire swell and she could barely form the words to ask again, to plead with him. As she was finally allowed to give up control, she gladly thanked him over and over again as the second orgasm ripped through every inch of her body.
Once again she was left unable to speak. As she lay there, he listened. She could only breath, still so deep in her own mind. Now, as he whispered to her, his words were that of caring and of love, as he hushed her and hoped to bring her back. The moments passed so slowly but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but there with her, comforting her, loving her for as long as he could.
C. Stephens
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