One minute, I’m floating somewhere in the upper atmosphere, hovering mid-air with my legs wrapped around Trey’s neck while the mother of all orgasms rips through my soul.
The next?
I’m slowly lifting my heavy head up off the cold surface of the study table.
My heart is still thumping really loudly, and my limbs feel like completely useless, over-boiled spaghetti. Blinking through the blur of my glasses, I groggily look down at myself.
My sweater dress is fully adjusted, smoothed neatly over my hips. My thighs are pressed tightly back together.
I stare blankly at my lap in confusion. Wait... how the flipping duck did I get back down here?!
Wasn’t I just... suspended in mid-air? Didn't he literally swallow my entire bud whole while I screamed like a lunated banshee into the empty stack
