"How are you feeling now?" He asks gently placing her on the bed, wiping her tender skin with a warm towel.
She lets out a shaky breath, feeling the residual pulses of her climax still fluttering through her legs radiating all the way down to her toes. He kneels beside the bed, his eyes with satisfaction as he watches her reaction.
"Sore," she admits, a flush creeping up her neck. "But... good."
He smiles slightly, tossing the towel aside and leaning over to press a kiss to her stomach. The sweetness of the gesture contrasts sharply with the rough way he'd just taken her. His fingers trail up her body, coming to rest on her collarbone as he looks at her. She wondered if this would be her new life every evening drowning in pleasure till, she dies.
"I wanted to make you feel good." He rubs her feet before helping her get comfortable on the large bed.
