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She sat on the bed, her legs crossed, and stared up at her soulmate, twiddling her thumbs.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” her voice was quiet, as if she was trying to tell him a secret in a crowded room, but it was just the two of them.
Morel leaned forward and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her hot, pink ear.
“Sweetheart, this isn’t a competition or a challenge or a mission from the association. There is no pressure.”
“But what if I can’t-“
“If something goes wrong, the only consequence is that, after we talk out what happened and rest a bit, we get to try again. That’s all.” His large hand caressed her cheek. “Sex isn’t a race. There are no prizes for finishing first or being the best at it. It's no more complicated than the fact that I want to give you pleasure and you want to do the same for me. There’s no need to make it any more complicated than that.”
They stay like that for a moment, his calloused thumb stroking her cherry-red cheek.
“Talk to me, baby, what do you want?”
“I love you,” she whispered, leaning her face into his warm palm.
“And I love you. I’ll love you if you want me to bend you over every surface in this hotel room and I’ll love you if you never want to sleep with me ever.”
She tasted the salt on her lips before she noticed that she was crying.
“There’s no need to cry Sweetheart. It’s okay.”
Her tears only got worse as she pulled sharply away and buried her face in her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
He kneeled on the bed next to her and scooped her up into his strong arms, pulling her against his warm, muscled chest.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, lovely. We can wait as long as you need to before we do anything more than we already have. It’s okay if you never want to do anything more.”
“But I do want to!” She cried, her voice strained with tears. “I’ve just been taught all my life that sex is inherently dirty and shameful and wrong and dangerous and wanting it makes me a slut or a whore. I’ve been afraid of it, and of wanting it, for so long and I’ve never had any real desire for it until I met you, so now that I have and I do I’m too nervous and afraid and confused to actually act on it!” She clenched her fists against Morel’s chest and turned her gaze away from him.
“Hey,” he rumbled, moving her head to face him, “thank you.”
She laughed.
“What did I do that was worthy of a ‘thank you?’”
“Now I know where we are,” he said, smiling down at her, “I was worried you weren’t actually attracted to an old man like me and we’re just feeling pressured because we’re soulmates.”
“What?! But you’re so handsome! And strong! And-“ she flushed and turned away again.
“I’m also old.”
“You’re not that old,” she protested.
“I’m right about twice your age, first of all. Second of all, that’s not the point. I was worried you didn’t want to have sex but felt like you had to. Now that I know it’s the other way around, we can work out some solutions.”
“Solutions?” She asked, shifting so that she was kneeling and facing him.
“Solutions.” He looked down into her eyes, his still covered by the sunglasses he always wore. “You’re worried about going all the way and everything that entails and not knowing what to do, yeah?”
“I guess that’s it?”
“Then we won’t go back though with penetration. Not tonight or anytime soon.”
“But-!”
He placed a finger over her lips.
“No pressure, remember Sweetheart? There are other things we can do together that will feel just as good for both of us. If penetration is causing you to panic so much you cry, then it’s not worth it. I’m taking it off the table for tonight, even if you decide you want it later.”
“Why even if I ask for it?”
“Because,” he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “that’s something you should consent to with a clear head and by the time of the night you” be asking for that I plan to have you plenty dazed.”
She shuddered and he gave her a crooked smirk.
“Instead, we’re going to take it nice and slow and steady.”
“What kind of things can we do?”
He moved his hands from where they rested at her back down to her sides, which he stroked with his thumb. Slow, careful, comforting.
“Why don’t we start with getting out of all these clothes, hm?” He murmured, his deep voice triggering a flutter of her heart. “Is that alright with you, lovely? Remember, no pressure, we don’t hafta do anything but look at each other if you don’t want to.”
She nodded.
“Sweetheart, you gotta use your words.”
“Yes, that sounds great, Morel.”
“That’s a Good Girl.”
She wasn’t expecting the violent shudder and overwhelming blush that overtook her at that.
“Oh,” he smirked, “so that’s what you like, huh?”
“I-I guess so.”
“Well don’t worry Sweetheart, I’ll call you a Good Girl as much as you want. Now, let’s get started.”
He fingered the edge of her loose shirt and looked to her for permission. She bit her lip and nodded and raised her arms so Morel could remove it.
She was red from her ears to her shoulders and she fought the urge to hide her stomach.
“There you go…look at you. It’s hard to believe I got this lucky.”
In a burst of courage she reached back to undo the clasps on her bra, but those large hands she loved so much stopped her.
“Allow me, Sweetheart.” He leaned forward, pressing her face between his firm pecs. He reached around and, with hands that she had seen worth with deadly efficiency in battle, gently undo the clasps.
She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into his back. It was an action with two purposes. One, burying her face in the chest of a burly man that loved her was a comfort like no other. Two, she was still hesitant to let him look at her chest.
“It’s alright,” he said, squeezing her lightly, “I’ve got you.”
She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent of smoke and the sea before lowering her arms and leaning back letting the straps of her bra slide off her shoulders as the garment dropped into her lap. She squeezed her eyes shut to await his reaction.
They were so close that she could feel the shift in the air caused by his sharp intake of breath.
“Beautiful.”
She opened her eyes to see him right in front of her.
“You’re beautiful Sweetheart, just like I knew you’d be.”
He tossed her bra aside and loosened his tie, pulling it off and throwing it behind him. He caught her wrists and placed them on the top button of his shirt.
“Now, why don’t we get me in the same state of undress, hm?”
Her hands shook as she opened each of the buttons, revealing inch after delicious inch of his skin. When she completed her task and pulled the shirt open, it was all she could do to stare.
She had seen him shirtless before, of course. They were hunters and, well, to put us bluntly, shit happened. Shirts for form in battle and it wasn't like Morel had never trained shirtless before. But this was the first time she had seen him in this sort of situation, a sexual one. A context where she was allowed…no, encouraged to look, to admire.
“Atta girl,” Morel said, breaking her eyes away from his body.
“I- sorry!”
“Now what is there to apologize for? I told you you could look.”
“Old habits, I guess. You probably wouldn’t have taken well to me starting any other time.”
“Sweetheart, you can look as much as you want, whenever you want. You think I don’t want to look at you?”
“Oh…uh.”
He laughed.
“It’s alright. And you can do more than look, you know. You have full permission to feel me up.”
Before she could think better of it, she reached out and cupped one of his pecs.
“That’s it. Let’s see if I-gah!”
Her hand shot back to rest over her hearty like she had been burned. As she had begun to move her hand her fingers had brushed against his nipple.
She opened her mouth to apologize, but Morel surged forth, taking her own mouth with his.
This was something they had done before, something she was practiced at by now. He licked into her mouth and she pushed back, grabbing the back of his head and tangling her fingers in his hair. He encouraged her back against the bed slowly, allowing her to adjust her legs as she pleased.
The wet, smacking sounds of making out used to embarrass her so much that she could hardly continue, but now, though it still turned her blush up to eleven, she was able to get out of her head about it.
When Morel pulled back he hung over her like a shield, his arms not even straining under the effort of holding himself about her.
“It’s alright, Sweetheart.” It took her a moment to remember what he was reassuring her about. “It didn’t hurt, it felt good, it just took me off guard. You can do it again if you want, but right now I need to ask if it’s okay if I touch you. ”
“I-yes.”
“Good Girl. Tell me if you ever need me to stop, okay.”
“Okay. I trust you.”
With that, Morel leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck. She could feel him smile against her skin at her sharp brake of breath. He kept his weight held up by his arms, but he did lower himself so that she could feel his rugged chest against her own. She was caged by his body, engulfed by his strength and scent.
Moving back a moment, he smirked up at her before sliding himself down her body, licking and nipping at her skin. She expected him to stop at her breasts, but instead he licked in between them and moved down to kiss her belly.
“So beautiful, all soft and warm.”
The vibration from his voice on her stomach tickled her skin and she laughed unintentionally.
Morel froze for a moment at her reaction and the next thing she knew she was clinging to him, feeling the powerful muscles in his arms and back shift and move under her fingers as he pulled himself up to a seated position and placed her in his lap.
The raw display of gentle strength sent a surge of heat to her crotch.
“Damn,” Morel said, his voice deep and husky, thick with desire, “I love the sound of your laugh, makes me want to pull other good noises out of you.”
He pressed countless kisses to her neck and shoulders, licking and sucking. He moved one of his hands, the other still supporting her weigh, hot against her back.
She shifted, leaning back to allow his hand, stroking up her side, better access to her breast. That’s when she noticed it for the first time, the hardened edge of his cock beneath her.
She lost her grip and fell backwards. She would have fallen off the bed entirely if not for Morel’s hand at her back. She hid her face in her hands out of embarrassment.
“M’sorry.”
“Hey, no need for that.”
“But I-“
“Nope. It’s alright lover. Don’t think about that right yet.”
He lowered her further, making sure she could see the way his body flexed and moved with the action. He smirked at her expression.
“I know you like how strong I am, how my body moves. I’ve seen the way you stare at me when I’m working out. I know it embarasses you, how you can’t help but look at me and how it makes you feel. But Lover, my body is yours to enjoy.”
As he spoke he brought his face lower and lower until he was hovering just above her nipple. The feeling of his breath over her made her shiver and, with that, Morel licked a hot, wet stripe over the sensitive bud of flesh.
She let out a strangled noise and her hands flew to cover her mouth.
“C’mon Sweetheart, let me hear how much I please ya.”
Hesitating for only a moment, she grasped his shoulders tightly and nodded at him, smiling reassuringly.
He leaned in and swirled his tongue around one nipple, using the thumb of his free hand to rub the other.
She moaned freely, clenching his shoulders with white knuckles.
“That’s a good girl.”
She lost track of time as Morel paid careful attention to her breasts, licking, touching, and sucking until she was a mess. She squirmed and pushed her chest further towards his hot hand and even hotter mouth. She was so sensitive and she found herself growing wetter and wetter.
“Morel,” she moaned, her hips bucking and grinding against him, “I want…can we?”
She struggled to find the words while he lathed his tongue across her nipple, pulled another shiver from her.
“Yeah lovely,” Morel rumbled, giving her breast a gentle squeeze, “you can say it, Sweetheart, I know you can.”
“Canwetakeofftherestofourclothes?” Her voice was all too-fast and strained, but she managed to get the words out all the same.
“Atta girl, you want me to go first?” He asked, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on the night table.
“I-yes,” she nodded .
“Alright then, Sweetheart,” he winked at her and took her off his lap, “I’ll be sure to put on a show.”
“Morel,” she groaned, extending the syllables of his name, “that’s cheesy.”
“Would you prefer I offer to give you a strip tease directly?”
She tried to hide her blush behind her hands and felt the bed shift with the loss of his weight.
“C‘mom lovely, I wasn’t joking about wanting you to watch.” He loosely grabbed her wrist, rubbing at the back of her hand with his thumb.
Lowering her hands, she reached out and clutched his in hers.
His body was all hard planes of muscle, every inch of him honed to toned perfection. He flexed for her, preening under her gaze to assure her that it was welcome. His arms were massive and she loved how safe she felt within them, how being caged, engulfed by him made her feel so very small but so protected at the same time. Like she was a tiny treasure under tight security.
Morel twisted and stretched those powerful arms with casual intention, showing her every inch of tan skin on his upper body.
Fuck , she thought, I want to lick his abs.
Morel chucked and brought his hands to his belt, drawing attention to the V of his hips and the trail of hair that led down lower than she could currently see. Currently being the operative word.
He made short work of his belt, casting it on top of the pile of their intertwined clothes. She watched, entranced, as his large hands slowly opened the buttons and zipper and pulled his pants down over his hips.
His bulge was massive. It hadn’t been all that noticeable through the heavy material of his pants, but with that out of the way she could clearly see the outline of his cock straining against the thin gray fabric of the underwear.
She gulped, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke it.
“Hey,” Morel said, mistaking her hesitation for wariness, “I won’t take these off if you don’t want me to. If you aren’t ready fo-“
“No!” She cringed at her own eagerness. “I-I want to see.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll take em off, but remember, you don’t hafta do a single thing you don’t feel comfortable doing. I won’t hold anything against you…,” he paused, “well unless you’re into that.”
“Morel….” She groaned.
“What? I’m just saying! There’s no shame in talking about what you like in the bedroom with the person you plan on doing it with.”
Without any more delay, he grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. She watched them fall, still too embarrassed to look at what their removal revealed.
After he kicked the garment aside she took a deep breath and let her eyes glide up his powerful legs.
“It’s so red and angry-looking,” she thought, the words slipping out of her mouth before she could think better of it. She froze as soon as she realized she had spoken aloud.
“Well,” Morel chuckled, “I’m not sure ‘angry’ is the right word, it’s more, ‘happy to see you.’”
The last burst out of her before she has even fully processed what he had said.
“Morel,” she scrunched her brow, “that’s awful. ”
“Hey, made you stop worrying for a second, didn’t it?”
It was true of course. Now that she had released some of the pressure she was able to study him more freely.
As she had first noticed, it was flushed red, especially so at the weeping tip, contrasting with the tuft of silver-gray hair at it’s base. Everything about it from it’s curve upwards to the balls hanging beneath made it seem heavy and substantial. She didn’t have much to compare it to, but from what she could tell, it was thick and long. Thick and long and…incredibly daunting.
“Will that even fit in me?”
“Sweetheart,” he took a step towards her, “of course it’ll fit, but we aren’t doing that tonight, so don’t stress about it.”
Morel’s insistence that they establish that penetration was off the table from the get go was starting to make a lot of sense. Now that she could look at his cock with the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to worry about taking it, it became a lot less intimidating.
“Can I touch it?” She asked in a sudden act of bravery.
“You’re welcome to, Lovely.”
She stood and walked the few steps between them, feeling like she was crossing no-mans land.
She reached for it, but hesitated.
“It’s not gonna bite ya. Rather, I can think of a few far more pleasant things it would rather do with you.”
She smacked his arm lightly, secretly enjoying how her hand bounced off the muscle. With her other hand she reached down and carefully, gently, wrapped it around his member.
Morel let his head fall as he bent forward until their foreheads touched.
“Sweetheart,” he smirked at her, “I love you, but you gotta grip me a bit tighter than that.”
“I-how tight?”
He grasped her smaller hand in his own, tightening his grasp and hers along with it.
With a new grip that felt like it should be too tight, she slid her hand to the base and then all the way to the tip, thumbing the wet slit at the very top.
Morel moaned, low and loud in her ear and bucked his hips against her hand.
Oh…she could see herself becoming addicted to this. Addicted to the sense of power in making a man so strong turn to jelly. Addicted to the smug joy of bringing him pleasure. Addicted to his body.
“Tell me if I do anything wrong?”
“‘Course Sweetheart.”
She took a deep breath and began in earnest, allowing herself to be guided by his grunts and moans and strangled words of encouragement. It was a bit of a learning experience for her. She found that he was most sensitive at his bright-red tip. Stroking and teasing him there caused his hips to stutter and him to lean more of his weight into her own Hunter’s strength.
She was twisting her hand around his shaft, cupping and stroking his balls with the other when he grabbed her wrists in his own shaking hands.
“Stop,” he said, his breathing heavy.
“Ah! Sorry!” She replied, breaking from the enchantment of his skin and flesh. “What did I do? Was it too tight? Not tight enough? Did I touch you wrong?”
“No,” Morel let out a panting chuckle, “no you’re doing just fine baby. It’s just…well, I’d rather not come all over your hand before I’ve seen to you.”
“Oh…oh!”
“Yeah. If you don’t want me to see, then that’s alright, we’ll stop here, but I’d really like to get you out of these,” he poked the fabric of her pants.
“I…don’t want to stop.”
She took a step back and grabbed the waistband of her leggings, her hands still damp with him. With much less deliberate care than he had, she hauled down her pants and underwear in one single jerking motion, closing her eyes as she went.
And there she stook, naked as the day she was born, waiting for him to say or do anything.
“C’mon lovely, Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, but struggled to meet his gaze.
“Can I move you?”
“I-,” she sat on the bed, her legs still carefully together, “okay.”
Morel, with a strength that caused her heart to jump, picked her up and moved her further on the bed and turned her so that her head was near the headboard.
“There you go,” he murmured, “now could you open those pretty legs of yours so I can slide in between them?”
She shyly did as he asked, clutching the comforter tightly in her hands. She felt his knees slot inside her own and his warm hands settle on her thighs.
“You, Sweetheart, are gorgeous from the top of your head to the tips of your toes,” she felt him lean in close and whisper, “and that includes in between your legs.”
She inhaled sharply and turned her head to meet his eyes. He was looming over her and looking down at her like he was a lion and she was something he wanted to eat. Or…probably more like a lioness that he’s like to do other things with.
“Now Lovely,” his voice was low and husky, “why don’t you be a Good Girl and let me make you feel good.”
“Please Morel?” She squeaked.
“Oh Honey,” he said, shifting to look at the glistening wetness beneath her mass of wiry curls, “it’ll be my pleasure .”
He drew her legs apart further and propped up her hips using a pillow from the head of the bed. Then, with practiced hands, he stroked up the folds of her pussy.
“Ngh,” she moaned.
“That feel good?” He asked with a lopsided smile.
“I-ah…yes,” she nodded.
“Good, remember you gotta tell me if anything I do doesn’t.”
“Just keep touching me!”
“Can do, lovely.”
And he did and it was a pleasure she had never experienced before. His ministrations caused her to squirm and wriggle. She began bucking her hips against his hand, chasing the touch that he was freely giving her. It felt like they had entered a sort of rhythm. He traced her and teased at her entrance with his fingers, never threatening to plunge inside. He was so careful with her, so gentle, and it felt so good , but she wanted…she wanted…
“More,” she groaned, “Morel, please.”
Without another word he circled her clit with his thumb before stroking it.
It was like lightning exploded from within her. It was easy to understand why he had avoided that spot up until this moment because it threatened to become too much too soon before she adjusted.
“Morel!” His name came out in a moan as she kicked out her legs and clutched the fabric in her hands involuntarily.
He went as still as stone. Then, he moved. He rolled them over so that she was the one on top, straddling him while seated on his stomach.
“Sorry to move so suddenly, but I thought of something good that we can do.”
The feeling of his stomach pressed against her left her wanting, craving. She rolled her hips, grinding her sex against his abs. The friction shot bolts of pleasure through her. She was so caught up in it that her ears rang when Morel spoke.
“Mmm…that feel good? It looks like it does.”
She froze and started to lift herself up, but Morel grabbed her hips and slammed her back down.
“There’s no shame here, lovely. Not between me and you, so feel free to take your pleasure from my body in whatever way you see fit.”
She rolled her hips again and he smiled at her.
“Good Girl. Now, as much as I enjoy the thought of watching your tits bounce above me as you make yourself come, I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“What?!” She squawked, nearly collapsing on top of him before she could get her arms under her.
“I said, I want you to sit on-“
“I heard you the first time! I just can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Morel! That isn’t something you jo-“
“I’m not joking. I wouldn’t play with you like that. I actually want to talk to you about this. Why can’t you? Do you not like the idea of me using my mouth on you?”
She shifted uncomfortably, her arousal forgotten for the moment.
“It’s not me I’m worried about.”
“Sweetheart, I’m the one asking you to do this. I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t get anything out of it or if it would be unpleasant for me.”
“But I’m heavy! I could hurt you and you might not be able to breathe! And-“
Morel sat up, holding her in place by hands on her bottom like she weighed nothing.
“So, are you doubting my abilities as a Hunter? Or as your lover?”
“Huh? I’m not doub-“
He kissed her quiet.
“You are. Even if you don’t realize it, you are.”
“How so?”
“Well, it depends. If you’re doubting my abilities as a Hunter then you think I’m not strong enough to support your weight. If you’re doubting my abilities as your lover, then you think that I won’t be able to get you off before having to stop for a breather even though you know damn well that I can hold my breath for an inhuman amount of time.”
“I…” she but her lip, “I don’t doubt you in either of those things.”
“Then you’re worried over nothing”
“I guess so.”
He laid back down so that they were in the same position as before.
“Then why don’t you trust me and get on up here?”
With a deep breath and a decidedly unsexy scooting motion, she managed to get to a point where she had her knees on either side of his head, hovering above him. She was too embarrassed to look down and risk meeting his eyes.
“Um…so I can say stop or get off if I need to, but you’ll need some kind of signal.”
He didn’t respond at first and she started to worry that he has changed his mind.
“Huh? Oh sorry Sweetheart, just enjoying the view. I’ll tap your leg twice like this if I need you to get off, but I might just move you if that’s okay.”
She looked down at him as he lightly tapped her thigh and she couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed or aroused by the way he was staring at her wetness like it was a fine meal.
Probably both.
She was antsy, tapping her nails on the headboard she used to brace herself. She didn’t really know what she was supposed to be doing. There was only so much erotic stories could teach her. She couldn’t just drop her full weight on him, could she? It was true that she had seen him tank punches for juggernauts like a champ, but that still didn’t feel right.
“Sweetheart?” The apprehension in his voice made her worry that he really has changed his mind. That was an idea that had her choking down her disappointment.
“I’m not pressuring you into this, am I? You want to do this?”
“I’m just nervous, Morel. I don’t know how to act sexy or make this good for you and I’m still worried about figuring out how to reciprocate, but this is very…arousing.”
“Hm…I can see that.”
She flinched.
“But if you’re really just nervous about all that, then you’re okay. I’ve got you. As much as you thinking about returning the favor gives me delicious ideas, you don’t have to think about that right now. We’ll get there, but I can take care of myself tonight. And as for being sexy…”
He grabbed her hips and began to guide her lower and lower until she could feel his hot breath on her.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to act. ” As soon as he was done making the sharp end of the ‘t,’ she felt him lick up the length of her, circling around her clit.
Her knees gave out and she collapsed on top of him keening, her vision filled with stars. He groaned in response and and continued devouring her like a man starved, ensuring it took several seconds for her to regain any semblance of thought. When she did, she lifted herself, trying to find a balance so that she could be effectively seated on him without him bearing too much of her weight. At first, Morel let her, keeping his hands on her hips but offering no resistance. However, this didn’t last. As soon as she had risen enough to be able to hear him speak clearly, he stilled her.
“None of that. I don’t want to make demands, but actually sit on me, lovely. Put all of your weight on me, trust me to move you or signal if I need to. Ride my face, buck your hips, push yourself against my mouth. Just. Let. Go. ”
It was hard to disobey him when it felt so good and he sounded so eager, so she let him pull her down.
Then he circled her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue and she suddenly wasn’t sure she could lift herself up if she wanted to. Not that she did.
His large tongue left hot, wet stripes in its wake as he lapped up her wetness like a man starved. Her thighs quivered as she shook with the other pleasure of it all and Morel stroked them soothingly.
“Yes! Ah! Morel!” She whined as he inserted the tip of his wide tongue into her.
He grunted in response and although that vibration caused her to squint her eyes and let out a wordless groan, she still noticed him shift.
His left hand remained securely on her, squeezing her thigh to reassure her that he could signal her at any time. His right, however, moved.
Is he…?
She strained her neck to look behind her and, sure enough, he had his length clenched in his fist. He was touching himself while he ate her out. She wasn’t sure what to do with that information, but she did know that she found it incredibly hot.
He pushed his tongue into her again, twisting it so it rubbed against her walls in new ways. It felt so good and the pressure within her grew and grew as she rose to new heights. He spread her open so gently but surely and she found herself lost in it. She didn’t remember to be embarrassed. She didn’t remember to be insecure. She didn’t remember to worry about her weight on him. She was lost in the pleasure he gave her, lost in the feel of his tongue on her most sensitive places, lost in the sound of his breath and his hand hitting his own skin as he pumped himself to the roll of her hips as she rode his face, lost in him .
He licked her clit again and her right hand lost its grip on the headboard, falling to her thigh where it rested on Morel’s. He twisted his wrist and grabbed it, lacing their fingers together at the same time he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
Her vision went white as she reached her climax, babbling nonsense.
She must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was laid flat on her stomach on top of Morel. He rubbed circles into her back and was pressing kisses to the crown of her head.
“Good Girl,” he murmured into her hair, “you did so well. You sound so good when you come.”
“Wuh bou’ you,” she mumbled, pressing her face to his chest so that she could feel his gradually slowing heartbeat.
“Now I know you’re really out of it if you didn’t notice the mess I made.”
“M’sleepy.”
“I know you are. You had a long day already and then we did this.”
“M’sorry I can’t do more.”
“Stamina in a new exercise comes with experience.”
“Shtop tryin to go all wise instructor on me.”
“You love me though.”
“I do.”
He stroked her hair and leaned his head back into the pillows.
“You take a rest. I’ll get us cleaned up in a bit.”
There, bathed in the afterglow of a first time of many, she drifted off in her soulmate’s arms.