She continues caressing my cock, pumping my length to milk every last droplet out of me, until her hand is coated and dripping with my seed. Gasping and shaky, I drop heavily to the mattress beside Sophia.
She has a dreamy smile on her face as she holds up her hand, watching my come slide slowly down over her knuckles. She turns her head to look at me, the dreamy, happy smile on her face. "Ren, that was…" she shakes her head. "Incredible. So hot."
I laugh. "You cannot know how amazing that felt for me, Sophia."
She arches an eyebrow. "I had not orgasmed for…well, I don’t even know how long…until a few minutes ago, Ren. I think Idounderstand.”
"True," I murmur. "But I got all the pleasure out of that."
She returns her gaze to her hand for a moment or two, and then looks at me once more, the smile fading a little. "I'm…actually a bit shocked at how much I enjoyed doing that," she whispers, her gaze darting away in embarrassment. "Seeing you lose control, knowing I made you feel that way? It's not a sexual enjoyment, it's…I don't know how to explain it, Ren. I…" she's remembering, and becoming mortified. "The things I said…I don't know who that was."
"Hey," I say, touching her chin to turn and face mine. "Don't go away."
She frowns. "I'm not."
"No, I mean…the you who said those things, did that to me—forme—don't go away. She's a new version of you, and I have to stay, I really,reallylike her."
She grins. “Truly?”
"Absolutely." I lean in and kiss her, soft and sweet. "And not just because of how it felt—which was, I kid you not, the most incredible thing I've ever experienced." I cup her cheek, hold her gaze. "You were radiant, Sophia. Full of light and joy. I've never seen you like that. I want to see you like that all the time."
"Radiant?" she breathes.
I can't think of the word I want in English, so I switch to my native language. "Luminous. Free and happy and…" I shrug, go back to English. "Like you could fly."
She shudders, lets out a shaky sigh. "Being able to do that, to share that with you, to experience sexual intimacy again, Ren…you don't know what it means to me. You just don't—youcan't. I feel…" she sniffles, wipes at her eyes with her clean hand—the other is resting on her belly. "Like a new woman…like a woman, period. Beautiful. Worthy of desire. Worthy at all—of anything." The last sentence is whispered.
"Ohhhh…Sophia. My sweet, beautiful Sophia. Youareworthy. So,soworthy."
She lets out a long sigh. "Thank you, Ren. For…well, everything. For loving me the way you do. For being patient with me."
"You said it first, darling: you're the only one."
She smiles at me—a sweet, soft, shy smile unlike any I've seen on her face in all the years I’ve known her. "I'm gonna go clean up."
"Let me," I protest.
She shakes her head, leans over me, breasts brushing my chest, and kisses me. "No. Stay, please." She rolls out of bed and traipses for the bathroom.
"Gotta admit I enjoy the view," I say, admiring the violin curve of her back and the swell of her hips and the taut, round bell of her heart-shaped ass. "A whole hell of a lot."
She grins at me over her shoulder as she enters the bathroom. She twists on the faucet, but before she rinses her hand, she looks at me, at her hand, and then in a darting movement, she touches her tongue to the mess on her hand. She makes a surprised face, laughing. "Oh! It's…" another tiny taste. "Not what I was expecting."
I laugh. "You're crazy."
She shrugs and washes her hands, and then wets a washcloth and wipes down her chest. Her return walk from the bathroom to the bed is a sexy, alluring saunter. All swaying hips and bouncing tits, pussy playing peekaboo with each step, her eyes on me—hungry, eager.
And exhausted, beneath all that.
I hold out my arm, and she crawls onto the bed and snuggles up against me, pressing her soft, generous curves against me, sighing happily.
"This may just be my favorite place in the world," she whispers, wriggling against me until we're tangled up like cords in a drawer. "Right here, just like this."
"Me too."
I let the silence breathe around us, then.
But I become gradually aware of a change in her breathing—not into sleep, but into panic.
