He supports himself above me, suckling on my breasts then moves up to kiss me, tenderly, softly, on the lips.
Michael comes with a sigh and a shudder, quietly, and when he is done, simply remains where he is, deeply inside me, breathing slowly, his head resting in the crook of my neck.
After some while, I realise he has fallen asleep, still buried within me.
So much for not being tired...
Pinned under my sleeping lover, caged by his body, I struggle a little to break free, but finally, slide out from under him. I roll him to one side, where he lies, sleeping peacefully. I want to go to my Master, to check that he is alright. It worries me to see him so tired, when he is normally so active, so vigorous.
I turn and start, as I find him there next to me, sitting in the armchair to the si
