Am I alive?That was my first thought when the orgasm to end all orgasms finally loosened its grip on my body and let me try and gain some control back.
One minute I was in the throes of it, and the next I didn’t know how to open my eyes anymore and breathing felt like a chore. I was damp from a mixture of tears and sweat and between my legs, my own release. The word “fountain” wouldn’t have been an inaccurate description.
“Gray?” Mal said and I levered my eyelids open and looked down at her from her perch between my legs.
“I. Hate. You.” I could barely get the words out. Too much work to speak.
She smiled as big as if she’d just won the lottery.
“No you don’t. I’m the person who just got you off.” She kissed the inside of my knee and then crawled up to lay beside me.
I needed to get my shit together and do the same (like I had any hope of something like that) for her.
Smugness radiated from her like sunshine. It was hot as hell, but annoying too.
“That was…” I didn’t have the words.
“It was,” she said, reaching out and stroking my cheek where my skin was a little crusty from dried tears. She’d really made a mess of me, but I felt incredible. Glowy and cleansed and heavy and light at the same time.
“Thank you.” I couldn’t help myself from saying that to her, apparently.
“You’re very welcome, Gray.” She tilted my head and kissed me softly. “Do you need a break?”
Honestly? Yes.
“Can you hold me for a little bit?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” She opened her arms and I scooted over, kicking the now-wet pillow away.
“I think I ruined your pillow,” I grumbled as she pulled me into her arms, and I rested my head on her chest.
“It’s washable.”
Mal’s fingers went to my hair and I knew if I wasn’t careful, I was going to pass out. That would be way too embarrassing.
“I love watching you,” she said, her lips in my sweaty hair.
“I love the way you give me what I need. Even if I hate you for it a little bit.”
She laughed softly. “I’m happy to give you what you need, Gray. It’s good for me too. I almost came when you did. I think if I would have had a hand free, I might have.”
“Just give me another minute,” I mumbled and managed to swallow a yawn.
“Take your time.”
She’d set the bar high and now I was a little stressed about returning the favor. I knew sex wasn’t transactional, but that didn’t stop my mind from telling me that I should be reciprocating.
It was nice, though, being sweaty and sated and held by her as she stroked my hair.
I really could have fallen asleep right there.
To stop that from happening, I turned my face and kissed her neck, making her let out a little moan.
“Mmmm.” I continued, taking my time. There was no hurry and since she’d taken her time with me, it was only fair that I got to do the same.
Her hair was braided, and I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping it around my arm and pulling, just until she gasped.
“You demon,” she said, but she was laughing.
