Slowly, though, she gentles; everything gradually subsides and I come back to myself. Em's fingers trail slowly over my stomach, and her head is once more pillowed on my shoulder. My chest heaves from my ragged gasps and I can distantly feel that she is panting from her own exertion.
I shudder again, a whole-body spasm that feels like it ties me in knots. I moan. My v****a and c**t are throbbing, and I can feel how wet I am. My body tells me I need more of this. I need more of Emma.
"Oh god," I whimper when I can.
Emma snorts back some laughter. "Liked that, did you?"
I flop my head over so I can meet her gaze.
"Best... orgasm... ever..." I manage. "God, Emma, I needed that so badly."
"You looked and sounded like you were enjoying yourself," she answers, pressing herself against me.
