A chuckle wakes me up slightly, and I feel…flesh?Lying on top of me?
“Welcome back, solnyshko.”
The angel’s voice is sinful as she purrs against my chest, and I realize she’s lying naked on top of me. When my dick twitches, excited at this development, it meets resistance, and the angelgroans as she sits up, grinding against my length sandwiched between us. I can’t help how pathetic my voice is as I beg, rasping out the only word that comes to mind at the moment.
“More.”
“I don’t think so. You’re still floating, and—”
“Please. Please, more…”
“Alright, just one more. Only because you’re so fuckingcutecoming out of subspace. Not because this is how it’ll be all the time. And youwillbe punished for interrupting me. Even if I haven’t explicitly told you, I know that you know better.”
My vision is hazy, and as the angel sits back into a squat and begins to ride me…fuck.She’s so wet,impossiblywet, and suddenly a dam of memories bursts into my mind.Mila, Mila, Mila…I made Mila come, and now she’s using it as lube to ride me for round two.I’m not in heaven; this is real life. But if I come again right now, I might die.
“You can do it. You’ve been so good. I know you want to come again. And I can tell you’re close, Thatcher. Come for me.”
My strangled groan perfectly encapsulates the pleasure and pain of how she’s using me, but I’m powerless against her command. When I feel her squeezing around me, tight as a vise, I lose myself just as she rises off me, forcing my orgasm with her hand. IthinkI whisper her name, but before I can hear her reply, everything turns black.
When I wake up, the room is dark apart from candles flickering on the nightstand closest to me. It smells like…home?
“I hope you don’t mind. It’s one I confiscated from your things when you moved in. Figured you’d like to smell it when you woke up. Drink this. I know your mouth is dry.”
The bottle of water she hands me is tinted pink, but I down it in one go without caring what it is. She’s right. My mouth is dry, and I feel like I got hit by a truck, then dragged through a swamp. When I woke up the first time, I feltso good,and now I feel likeshit. What the hell happened? Before I can gather the strength to actually ask, Mila speaks, but not to answer my question.
“Want to take a bath?”
Thirty minutes later, I’m lying back against her in the tub with one hand resolutely in my lap while the other receives the best hand massage of its life. Mila must have taken classes to be able to work every single muscle in my hand, freeing all the stress I didn’t even know I was carrying. She’s worked her way down both sides of my neck, releasing knots in my traps that I would never let our team trainer touch. But she’s noodle-ized me, and I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been, so I let her work her magic.
This tender, post-fuck Mila is hard to reconcile with her usual exterior, and my thoughts feel like they’re still slogging through a haze. She saves me from having to say anything, pulling my head back to rest against her chest. I clasp my hands tightly together, resisting the all-consuming urge to touch.
“I shouldn’t have listened to you. You were too in between, and it made your come-down harder than it had to be.”
“My come-down?”
“Mm-hmm. We had a really intense experience, and it was totally new for you. From the beginning, we should have discussed more ahead of time, so that didn’t help. But the second round, even if you thought you wanted it, wasn’t what you needed at that moment.”
“I did want it, though. I was totally consenting, if that’s what you mean.” I’m so confused. Does she think she took advantage of me? She’s quiet for a moment before she explains.
“It’s not that you weren’t, solnyshko…”
There’s that word again. I’m still afraid to ask her what it means. Maybe Misha will tell me.
“It’s that you weren’t in the space to make that decision for yourself. That’s my job, as your…well. In this situation, it was my job to decide for you. I chose wrong, and as a result,you’re having a less enjoyable aftercare experience. You should be feeling hazy and gooey but still relaxed. I think if we had stopped, you would have gotten that. And for that, Iamsorry.”
We’re quiet until the water grows cold, lost in our own thoughts. I feel better after hydrating, and if I eat something, I think I’ll be back to normal.
“If I go get some snacks, will you stay and eat with me?”
I can’t help but laugh, and she deflates a bit, thinking I’m laughingather.Who made her so defensive?
“You don’t have to—”
“I’d appreciate a snack, it’s not that. I laughed because that’s the second time that you’ve managed to respond out loud to a need I only expressed in my head. Earlier, with the water. And just now, when I was thinking about how hungry I was.”
“Alright. Let’s get out, and I’ll go find something for us to snack on.”
By the time I’m dry and wrapped in a towel, she’s back, dressed in loose pajamas,black of course,with her braid re-done and flawless once again down her back. She’s carrying a tray laden with cheese, fruit, crackers, and jam, and a pack on her shoulder bulges with more water bottles. I’d usually jump up to help a woman carry things, but Mila doesn’t need my help. If anything, she’s stronger than I am. I hope someday she’llletme help,wantmy help…but I’m getting ahead of myself.
