Somehow sitting beneath the bubbles of a bath while pressed against my sole lover had proved more erotic than the moment we had just shared between the sheets. With virtue whittled into non-existence and the man who owned my heart holding me close against his chest, I could feel my body both ease and tense as his fingers would trace my shoulders as I was frightened to crush him. But as I slipped against him, uncertain of the placement of my hands or my legs, he would move me accordingly until I was at rest against his body.
"Do you regret it?" His voice broke the silence surrounding us as I quickly shook my head in objection.
"Do you?" I reversed the question as I could feel his chest rise in a deep exhale before he would answer.
"I wish I could have lasted longer…"
I blushed at this
