She drove her Bugatti over to one of her pleasure houses located in Jesto Acres. Parking in the extended, circular driveway, the buxom racer alighted from her car and texted to her dalliance for the day.

"I expect you soon. I'm at my house."

By the time that {{user}} had arrived to her home, she had laid a picnic blanket upon the asphalt of the driveway not too far from her Bugatti. Prone upon its cushiony surface, she wiggled her legs back and forth while looking up with a comely smile.

"Come over here, cutie. I have something special planned just for you." The blue-eyed beauty beckoned to him with a crooked finger, her tone both husky and teasing. As he approached, she rose to her feet in one fluid motion, swaying her hips slightly as if they were attached to a pendulum. In her hands were two champagne flutes, their contents sloshing gently from side to side with each of her movements.

"Here," she said, offering him one of the glasses. "Have a drink while I get us some more comfortable." With that, she disappeared around the corner of the house, leaving Pawelo alone but not unattended.

A moment later, she reappeared in nothing more than a black, silk robe embroidered with delicate floral patterns. The thin fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, hint

"I suppose that's wise. But I have to warn you, my guest list is quite long tonight. So, if you're feeling a bit... adventurous..." She trailed off suggestively, flashing her fennec fox ears and grinning mischievously. "But for now, let's find a cozy spot inside."

With that, she led him back into the house, through a maze of opulent rooms filled with overstuffed furniture and expensive artwork. Eventually, they arrived at her private chambers, where several bedrooms opened off a central sitting area.

Alisha chuckled softly as they walked past each bedroom, peeking into the ones with inviting spreads before finally stopping at one in particular that caught her eye. The fluffy comforter looked impossibly plush, and she imagined it would be perfect for their little reunion. "This should do nicely," she murmured, leading him inside.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, she turned to face him with a wicked smile. Her black robe fell open, revealing her naked body beneath. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a deep, passionate kiss.

"So," she purred against his lips, "are you ready to play?"

The sensuous sound of her voice sent shivers down his spine as she spoke. With a soft laugh, she took his hand and led him over to the bed, pressing them both onto the plush comforter. She straddled his waist, grinding against him in a deliciously provocative manner, her fingers threading through his hair once more.

"Oh yes," she moaned, arching her back as he caressed her breasts. "You're just so perfect." Her breath came fast and hot on his face, mingling with the scent of lust that emanated from her body. With a devious grin, she leaned forward and kissed him again, harder this time, their tongues tangled in a dance of desire.

Her movements became more frantic as she sought release, her hips rising off the bed to meet his eager thrusts. She cried out in pleasure

"Oh yes... that sounds perfect." With a soft moan, she reached up to undo the top button on her robe, baring her chest to him. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with need and anticipation as she let her breasts fall free, heavy and weightless in their alluring descent. "Take what you want," she whispered huskily, offering herself up for his pleasure.

Her hands roamed over his body, seeking out every tense muscle to soothe it with soft caresses while her lips sought out his again in another ravenous kiss. Her breath came in short pants as she arched her back further, presenting her nipples to him like treats just waiting to be devoured.

"Please..." she gasped, the desperation in her voice raw and unadulterated. "I need this." Her body shuddered under his touch as waves

The foxy racer obliged, grabbing the bottle of massage oil from her bedside table and slicking up both breasts with practiced fingers before offering them to him. "Take your time," she whispered hoarsely, her breath fanning across his cheek as he leaned in to claim one of her supple globes.

She closed her eyes and arched back again as he began to suckle on her breast, his lips and tongue teasing her nipple into a hard peak. A low moan escaped from the depths of her throat, reverberating through her body in delicious waves. "Yes," she purred, "that's it... so good..." Her hips shifted restlessly against him, seeking the friction she craved as he lavished attention on her breasts.

Her other hand tangled in his hair, encouraging him to go deeper, harder,

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped, bucking her hips upwards as he finally released her breast and drew back. "I need this so badly..." Her hand moved between them to guide him closer, her slick fingers wrapping around his cock in anticipation before guiding it towards her waiting lips.

With a hungry moan, she lowered herself down, engulfing him inch by achingly slow inch until he was buried deep inside her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down on his shaft, her tongue darting out to trace the veins that ran along its length as she suckled at him like a starving child at their mother's breast.

Her hands massaged his thighs as she continued to work him deeper into her mouth, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. "Fuck," she moaned around him, her voice muff

Her body shuddered as he gripped her hair and began to fuck her face harder, his thrusts in time with the desperate moans that tore from her throat. With a reckless abandon, she brought her breasts forward and pushed them together over his cock, her weight trapping him between her supple globes as she rocked back and forth on his shaft.

Her fingers dug into his thighs, her nails leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake as he grew more insistent, thrusting upward to meet each of her movements. Her breasts squeezed tight around him, milking him with each roll of her hips until finally, the pleasure was too much and she felt him erupt inside her mouth. She swallowed hungrily as he came, her hands moving to hold him steady against her chest while she rode out the aftershocks of

I've had plenty of practice, love... and with you inside me, it always feels that much better. Now let me return the favor; lie back and enjoy what I can do to you. The foxy racer grinned wickedly as she moved up his body, straddling his waist once more and guiding him into her slick heat.

Mischievous grin curving her lips, she arches her back and lifts her leg to show off her rounded ass. "You know you want it," she breathes huskily, licking her lips as he slathers his hand with the warmed oil. With a sensuous moan, she turns around and lowers herself slowly onto his outstretched hand, grinding against his fingers as if they were his cock. Her breasts sway enticingly above him, nipples hard and peaked from arousal. "Like this?" she purrs.

Panting softly, she arches her back and lifts herself up off the bed just enough to shift her weight forward onto her knees. Her fingers dance between them, spreading his lips apart as she gazes hungrily at his erection before leaning down and wrapping her lips around the head. With a moan of pleasure, she begins to bob her head up and down, suckling eagerly while keeping one hand on his base to steady him inside her tight grip. Her other hand reaches between them again, flicking and stroking at his sensitive spot until he's trembling with the force of his need. She glances back over her shoulder, eyes meeting his as she taunts: "You like that?"

With a satisfied moan, she moves up his body, straddling him again and guiding him to her slick entrance. She eases herself down onto him, their hips meeting in a hungry grind as she begins to ride him in earnest, leaning forward with arms braced on his chest as she rolls her hips back and forth. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, nipples hard and ready for his touch.

Her free hand snakes between them once more, flicking at the head of his cock in time with the rhythm they've established while her other hand reaches behind to stroke and squeeze at herself. "Oh fuck yes," she gasps, her body arching as pleasure washes over her in waves. "I need this... I need you."

Her breath comes in short pants now, and her eyes flutter closed as she focuses

Her eyes fly open, surprise mixing with delight as he grips her waist and spanks her ass hard. She lets out a shriek of pleasure that turns into a moan as the sting gives way to another wave of sensation coursing through her. "Oh fuck yes," she cries out, arching back again. "Don't stop..." Her body trembles beneath his touch, desire raging like wildfire within her. With renewed vigor, she rides him harder, throwing her head back with each thrust as their hips meet in a frantic dance of lust and need.

Her fingers dig into his chest, leaving imprints from her fingernails, her nails now sharp and hard from her own arousal. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she is consumed by the power of their union. "Please," she whis

Her vision blurs as the force of his thrusts pushes her further down onto him. Her hands flail wildly, seeking purchase on anything to steady herself as she is held immobile by his strength. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and pleasure as her entire body trembles with the release building inside her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth. "Right there... give it to me..." Her back arches, and with a loud cry of satisfaction, she comes hard around him, her muscles convulsing violently as waves of bliss roll over her in relentless succession.

With one last powerful thrust, he drives himself deep inside her, filling her up completely. He holds still for a moment, their bodies connected and slick with sweat and desire. Finally, he lets out a long, shuddering moan, his body tense as he spends himself

Her breath comes in short gasps as she collapses against him, her body still shuddering with aftershocks of ecstasy. "Mmm... I think you're the one who's amazing." She smiles up at him, playfully nibbling on his bottom lip before planting a kiss there and sinking back into the pillows. With a satisfied sigh, she wraps her arms around his neck and nestles her head against his shoulder, relishing the moment of closeness they've shared. "We should really do this more often."

Mmm... I like the sound of that. We could have such adventures together, you and I... as long as we promise to keep it just between us, of course. A wicked grin spreads across her features. "And who knows? Maybe next time, we can bring a few more friends to play?" Her hand idly strokes his chest, trailing down his stomach toward the growing bulge in his pants.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise as she playfully pulls back from him and sits up straight. "Oh my! How possessive of you." A teasing smile tugs at her lips. "But since it seems to be such a worry... I suppose we could always keep them away, hm?" She leans closer, running her fingers along the tip of his nose playfully before trailing lower until they brush against his growing bulge again. "Perhaps... just between us?"

The blue-eyed beauty tilts her head to one side, gazing at him intently, waiting for his reaction. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, the nipples still hard from arousal. It's clear she's enjoying this game of seduction as much as he is.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but feel her body respond in kind with a shiver that passes through her. "Oh really? And how far do you think you can go?" She asks, her voice low and seductive as she begins to crawl up his body once more, trails of hot breath dancing across his skin. When she reaches the headboard, she turns around, straddling it with arms outstretched, presenting herself invitingly for him to take. "Let's find out," she whispers huskily.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he takes her by force, pounding into her with a newfound urgency. She grips the headboard tightly above her head, arching back as he pushes her limits to their breaking point and beyond. Her moans become sharper, more desperate as she feels herself on the edge of release once more.

"Fuck yes," she cries out, throwing her head back in ecstasy as pleasure washes over her anew. Her thighs tremble with each powerful thrust, and she's sure that any moment now, she'll lose control completely. "Please... I need..." The words die in her throat as a violent orgasm rockets through her body, wracking her with uncontrollable spasms while his cock throbs deep inside her, filling her up completely and leaving them both gasping for air.

Finally,

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure, body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. With a wicked grin, she looks down at him and whispers huskily, "Oh yes... I can always go again for you." She leans forward, her weight supported by her elbows as she offers herself up once more.

Her chuckle is low and throaty as she drops to her hands and knees, presenting her round ass and the entrance to her still quivering sex to him. "As you wish," she purrs, arching her back invitingly before lowering herself slowly onto his cock. With a satisfied moan, she feels him slide easily inside her, filling her up once more. She begins to ride him hard and fast now, grinding against him in a rough rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hands braced on the bed on either side of his hips, she glances back over her shoulder at him, eyes sparkling with lust as she teases: "Is this what you wanted?"

Panting hard, she bends further over his lap, presenting her supple ass and wet folds to him in a provocative invitation. "Take me like this," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as she rocks against him, seeking release once more from the relentless force of their lovemaking.

Her fingers dig into the sheets on either side of his hips, and with each thrust, she pulls herself harder against him, seeking the friction she craves while driving them both closer to the edge. "I need... more..." Her voice is raw and desperate as she continues her sweet torment. "Give it to me..."

Her body trembles with the effort of holding back her orgasm, but she knows that if she lets go now, they'll lose momentum. So she fights against the wave of pleasure crashing over her, determined to keep going until they both explode in

With a cry of triumph, she comes apart beneath him, her body arching as waves of pleasure crash over her in an intense climax. Her muscles quiver and spasm as she squeezes tightly around his cock, milking every last drop from him before finally collapsing against the bed with a satisfied moan.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she catches her vision, focusing on him once more. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible." A smile tugs at her lips as she reaches down between them, her fingers slippery with their combined juices. "How am I ever supposed to go back to anyone else?"

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly grabs her and locks her in place with his hands. The suddenness of it ignites another spark within her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Then don't stop," she whispers, arching back again to offer herself up for more. "Let me feel everything." Her hips buck against him, seeking the friction and release that only he can give her now. "Please... don't ever let me go."

Her words are more than just empty promises; they're a vow etched into her very soul. As he thrusts deeper and harder inside her, his rough hands holding her tightly in place, she meets him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together as if they've been made for each other. Her cries fill the room, mingling with his grunts of pleasure, each one louder than the last as they push themselves closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails scrape against his back, leaving red lines in their wake, while her hips arch up off the bed, searching for any angle that will bring them both more satisfaction. And when he finally finds his release, pouring himself into her with a shout that echoes through the room, it's as if every muscle in her body tenses and releases at the same time, sending shudders of pleasure rolling through her like waves on a beach.

As she's dropped roughly onto the bed, still trembling from their shared orgasm, her lips automatically part and her tongue darts out to taste him on her skin. It's a primitive instinct, like nothing else she's ever felt before, and it only serves to heighten the intense satisfaction coursing through her veins as he fills her mouth once more. She moans around him, relishing the salty tang of his seed as it trickles down her throat, giving one last lick before finally pulling back with a contented sigh.

Her eyes meet his, bright and intense with desire, and she knows without a doubt that nothing will ever be the same between them again. She reaches up to stroke his cheek, leaving a trail of sticky wetness on his skin as she murmurs softly: "I'm yours, Pawelo. Forever."

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly grabs her hair and thrusts himself into her mouth again. It's painful and exquisite at the same time, her body thrumming with pleasure as she tastes him on her tongue. As his hips begin to buck against her face, the familiar pressure builds between her legs once more, sending shivers of arousal racing through her.

Her lips part further, accommodating his length as he fills her mouth again and again. Her eyes slide shut, darkness creeping over the edges of her vision as she focuses on the sensations swirling around her. His hot seed spills over her bottom lip, trailing down her chin and across her cheeks, and with a soft moan, she turns her head to one side, allowing it to drip freely onto her neck and shoulder.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his rough grip tightens on her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. The hot rush of his seed against her skin feels incredible, each drop stinging slightly where it lands and leaving behind a trail of heat that only serves to heighten her arousal further. She arches into him, moaning softly as he continues to take what he wants from her.

Her other hand slides between them again, flicking at his hard length in time with each thrust of his hips. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice roughened by the pleasure that wracks her body. "I want more..." She trails off, eyes locked on his as they both ride out the final waves of release, bodies intertwined and slick with sweat and desire.

As he pushes her back onto the bed and splits her legs wide, she can feel herself falling apart once more under his relentless assault. But when he whispers those words into her ear, they send a shiver of longing down her spine. This time, it doesn't feel like an ultimatum; it feels like a promise. And in that moment, she knows that she can never go back to anyone else ever again.

Her fingernails scrape along the sheets as he thrusts into her, her hips rising and falling with each stroke. Her body is so full of him now, stretched to its limits by his incredible size, but still she cries out for more. "Please," she begs breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as her nails scrape against his back in an attempt to get closer, deeper inside her.

With each thrust deeper, she feels herself spinning out of control, lost in the maelstrom of their passion. Her eyes roll back in her head as a wave of pure pleasure washes over her, leaving her body quivering and aching for release. As he pushes harder into her tight channel, his speed increasing with each thrust, she knows that this is it—the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath him, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her legs tremble and shake from the force of her climax, and with one final thrust, he follows suit, filling her up with his hot seed as their bodies join in perfect harmony. They collapse together onto the bed, gasping for air while their hearts race wildly against each other's skin.

"I love you," she whispers

In the silence of the night, her heart soars at his words. They echo through her like a sweet, melodious lullaby that send shivers down her spine. She cuddles closer to him in their post-coital embrace, nestling her head against his chest as she listens to the steady beat of his heart. With a contented sigh, she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of the day when they can be together for always.

Caught off-guard by the sudden movement, she stirs in her slumber, sensing something amiss. Her eyes flutter open to find the room empty save for the gentle sounds of cooking drifting from the nearby kitchen. Frowning slightly, she throws back the covers and pads over to investigate.

Her steps falter when she sees him moving around so efficiently in her kitchen, looking every bit as much at home here as he does with his clothes off on her bed. It's an odd feeling, this sensation of familiarity washing over her when just moments ago they were strangers sharing a mutual desire for pleasure. She wonders if perhaps they can find more in this... arrangement.

Her cheeks flush pink with pleasure as she takes in the sight of him standing there with a plate of food in his hands. "That's... very sweet of you," she murmurs shyly, her stomach rumbling appreciatively at the enticing aromas wafting from the platter. As he approaches her, she stands on tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek before taking the plate from him. "Thank you."

They sit down together at the small table in the corner of her kitchen, their fingers touching as they dig into the meal he's made for her. There's an ease between them now that was absent just moments ago; a comfort and contentment that feels like it could become something more with time. She glances up at him from under her lashes, wondering if perhaps he feels it too.

"Of course," she replies with a smile. Finishing the last bite of her meal, she stands and begins clearing the table while he does the same. Once everything is put away, they bid each other goodbye at the door. The warmth of his kiss lingers on her lips long after he's gone, making it hard to believe that this wasn't meant to be something more than just a simple tryst. She watches until his car disappears around the corner before heading back inside to wait for him with bated breath and a fluttering stomach.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the key turn in the lock and the door swing open again, though this time it's not Pawelo who walks through it. Instead, a tall figure clad in jeans and a hoodie appears before her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Um... hello?" she ventures cautiously, her eyes darting between him and the small painting he's holding, clearly the item he was supposed to paint according to Pawelo's instructions.

"Alisha?" he asks hesitantly, taking a step forward into the room. "Is... is this a joke? Am I just some random model for you or something?" His tone is accusatory and slightly annoyed, but she can't help but notice the hint of attraction that lingers beneath the surface.

Her mouth drops open in surprise as not one, but two men appear before her. The second one she recognizes as the artist Pawelo mentioned earlier. For a moment, confusion washes over her features until she realizes what's going on. "Oh!" she exclaims, regaining her composure somewhat. "No, no, it wasn't like that... I mean..."

The taller of the two men sighs and rolls his eyes while Pawelo grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. They exchange glances before Pawelo speaks up again. "I should have been more clear about that," he admits, walking forward to take the painting from the artist. "This is for you, Alisha." His voice is firm now, devoid of any hint of playfulness or teasing.

The artist clears his throat and nods toward the door.

"Well," she says with a small smile, her cheeks pinking slightly as she looks between the two men, "thank you both. I... appreciate the thought." She turns to face Pawelo directly, taking his hand in hers and squeezing gently. "And for clarifying that... I'm sorry if I misunderstood." Her heart flutters when he meets her gaze, and she has to force herself not to lean closer or reveal just how much his presence affects her.

As the artist leaves, she glances back at Pawelo before looking away, suddenly self-conscious again. "So... about those other gifts..." Her voice trails off innocently, leaving the question unspoken but clear.

Her eyes widen with excitement and anticipation as he tells her about the other gifts. The VIP tickets sound amazing already, but the thought of a special message just for her at his upcoming show? It makes her heart race even faster. "I'd love to see that," she breathes, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "Thank you so much."

She studies him for a moment, taking in the way he stands there with such confidence and strength. There's no doubt in her mind now that Pawelo is meant to be a part of her life, in whatever capacity she can have him. With a small smile, she steps closer, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. "I think I could get used to this," she whispers softly before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears his admission, but it does little to diminish the warmth that spreads through her at his touch. The thought of him being famous only makes her feel more possessive of him, and she curls her fingers around the fabric of his shirt, holding on tightly.

When their lips meet in another gentle kiss, her body responds instinctively, pressing closer to his. It's hard for her not to daydream about what it would be like to stand beside him at that show, supporting him as his girlfriend and sharing in the limelight together. The idea of being by his side forever is suddenly even more enticing than before.

With a sigh, she nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, feeling perfectly content where they are right now, but knowing there's so much more to explore with him if they take the leap and make it official. She

Oh," she says with a small giggle, "I see. Well then, I'll make sure to look extra nice just for you." She leans in and presses a quick kiss to his lips before sitting up and glancing around the room. "Should I wear that red dress or the blue one?"

The idea of being so close to Pawelo at the show makes her heart race, imagining all the ways they might sneak off together once things start winding down for the night. The anticipation is almost more than she can bear, and she finds herself unable to focus on anything else as she waits for him to leave so that she can begin getting ready for their special day.

"Yes, let's go," she replies eagerly, hopping off the bed and grabbing her clothes. As they head out the door to begin their day, she can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach, wondering what the future holds for them now that they're finally taking things seriously.

The show itself is an amazing experience, even without the knowledge that Pawelo will be revealing something special just for her during it. She watches with bated breath as he works his magic on the track, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside her whenever he glances in her direction or gives her a small smile.

And then, finally, the big moment arrives. He steps away from his car and approaches her, looking her up and down with those intense blue eyes before speaking in low, husky tones: "I want you to know that no matter what happens tomorrow,

"Wait! You should wait until after the show to say things like that," she blurts out, her heart racing with worry that he'll change his mind if she does anything else. But as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she realizes how ridiculous they sound in the context of everything that's happened between them over the past week. "I mean... it's just... I don't want you to feel like you have to." She looks down at her hands, feeling foolish and uncertain now.

Pawelo gives her a curious look before shrugging noncommittally. "Alright then," he says finally, revving the engine one last time before pulling out onto the track. As she watches him drive away, her heart feels like it's being torn in two: elated that they have this chance together, but terrified that things might not work out as planned.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the words "Marry me" scrawled across the side panel of his car. A wave of emotions washes over her, and she can feel tears pricking at her eyes. Is this really happening? She watches him expertly navigate each turn, leaving a trail of smoke behind him as he goes faster and faster.

When the race finally comes to an end, she waits anxiously for him to return to her, praying that he'll be wearing the same smile he gave her earlier today. As his car pulls up beside hers, she leans over and hops into the passenger seat, taking one of his roughened hands in hers. "You did it," she breathes, not trusting herself to speak any further just yet.

Pawelo turns to face her then, a pleased smile curling his lips. "And I'll do it again, as many

My name is Alisha and yes it's real. I would love for you to be my husband! her heart is pounding in her chest

Her mouth waters at the sight of his erection, eager to please him and claim him as her own. With a moan, she takes him deep into her throat, sucking and licking while her hands explore the defined muscles of his stomach. She feels so wanted and desired by him; it's incredibly arousing, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feel of his cock in her mouth and the taste of him on her tongue. Her lips slide up and down his length, matching his rhythm as she swallows greedily, desperate for more.

"Pawelo... I need you inside me," she whispers between licks, her voice raw from pleasure. He groans, thrusting deeper into her mouth before finally pulling back, positioning himself at her entrance. She arches her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation as he pushes inside her. The feeling of

Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as he begins to move inside her, his thrusts deep and powerful. She sucks harder on him, moaning into his neck as she feels the pleasure building higher and higher within her. Her nails scrape across his back, leaving a trail of satisfaction in their wake as they match each other's rhythm. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him sends waves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of his skin on hers and the way he fills her up completely with every thrust.

"Pawelo," she gasps, arching further into him as they reach their peak together. He growls in response, his hips surging forward one final time before letting out a hoarse cry as his release spills deep within her. She can feel the heat of it spread through her body, and with a shuddering moan

Her mouth fills with his warm seed as he comes, and she eagerly swallows it down, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. As his body quivers above hers, she reaches up to run her fingers through his sweaty hair, holding him close even as their connection is severed by his release. Their breathing begins to steadily slow, returning to something closer to normal as they come back down from the high of their shared climax.

Smiling contentedly up at him, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close for a tender kiss. "Mmm," she whispers against his lips, "I think we'll need another one of those soon."