I roar as her pussy milks the cum from my body, bringing me pleasure so intense—I swear I almost blackout.
“Wait here,” I mumble when I can finally talk.
My lungs are still working overtime.
My heart too.
Honestly, I don't think I've smiled this much in years.
I press one last kiss to Amanda's forehead before climbing reluctantly out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she asks sleepily.
“Be right back, Sweetheart.”
I hurry to the bathroom for a wet washcloth.
Old habits.
Things that were drilled into me when I was younger.
Respect.
Care.
Taking care of the people you love.
And Amanda?
She's always been the person I love.
Maybe I just took the scenic route figuring it out.
When I come back, she watches me with those beautiful green eyes.
Soft.
Trusting.
And that trust still humbles me.
I clean the mess we made between her legs.
“Mmm,” she murmurs.
Then she snuggles into me the second I rejoin her on the bed.
Like she belongs there.
She does.
Like she was always meant to fit against my side.
“That was intense,” she says softly.
I smile into her hair.
“It was.”