How long had it been, how long were their bodies so entwined the world felt as though it were on fire, that reality melted and their two bodies unioned, becoming one? Perhaps she had been holding back for far too long, because she was so easily excitable, so ready to dive into so many different methods and means and positions and things to pleasure them both that at the end, it was like she had been submerged and had come up for air, gasping and breathing heavily as she lay in a tangled, sweaty heap in her lover's arms.
Forget the bedsheets, most were on the floor and the pair were lying across what was left of them on the bed. And she simply breathed, Ryk still very much inside of her, and sweat glistened across her skin and dampened her hair, sheets and the mattress.
After a very long moment of just breathing, she closed her eyes, still very flush, and so very full from their activities, that she let out a soft little groan. And part of her hoped that, during her screams and demands in their ectasy, for him to take her and claim her with his seed... That it would come to fruition. She adored being a mother, and heated at the notion that if they kept such things up... Samuel would very much no longer be her only child.
