Morgan“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask once she’s dressed again. After our little experiment where I learned that not only can Isla definitely one-hundred percent make a man come but she also looks f*****g incredible when she comes undone, she’d gone to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and then climbed into bed.
She nods from her pillow where I’ve tucked her in with the fluffy blanket pulled up to her chin. “I’m sleepy.” She lets out a huge yawn and I chuckle.
Post-orgasmic bliss looks good on her.
This whole situation should probably feel strange. It should feel all kinds of wrong and taboo, but the thing is, it just doesn’t. I keep waiting for it to hit me, just like I keep waiting for her to freak out. But she looks content, complete and utterly content and satisfied.
I take a step
