My whole body ached.
I was lying half on top of him, my cheek pressed against the center of his chest, his skin warm and damp beneath mine. Every inch of me felt used. Every muscle sang with the deep, satisfied soreness of having been completely unraveled and put back together again.
Neither of us moved.
He was still inside me, softening slowly, his arms wrapped around my waist like he didn’t trust me not to vanish. I didn’t want to. I never wanted to move again.
After a long stretch of quiet, his hand lifted lazily to push the hair back from my face. “You’re alright?”
I nodded against his chest. “That was... beyond anything.”
He huffed a breath that was almost a laugh, almost a groan. “I wasn’t sure if I went too far.”
“You didn’t,” I said quickly, then looked up at him. “You gave
