He told her softly to stay put.
She heard him go to the bathroom and clean up. She drifted, and wasn’t sure how long she’d been out of it when he came back. She gazed up at him while he gazed down at her. He wasn’t hard anymore, she realized.
She shifted up onto her elbows. Glanced again at his c**k, then up at him. “Want me to…?”
He shook his head, smiling at her. “I took care of it.”
And with that he reached down and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her to the staircase and then up the stairs, depositing her gently on their bed. He climbed in beside her and pulled the covers up over both of them. She curled against him, feeling suddenly more vulnerable than she had when she was spread open before him on the kitchen table. She hadn’t allowed herself this kind of pleasure before;
