Page 29 of Not Safe for Work
Abel rolled away first, sprawling on his back to her right. Then slowly, almost awkwardly, Tom slid over to her left. Both of them breathing hard, both of them looking as dazed as she felt, both of them quiet for a long, long time.
She suspected it was an hour before anyone spoke.
It might even have been twice that. It was hard to say while drifting in a Bermuda Triangle of total bliss. Her pussy was still pulsing faintly and her muscles were still twitching and trembling. She tried to think of something to say, and nothing came. Every thought in her head had flown out and was replaced by delicious, dark delight.
It was an issue that didn’t seem to be coming to an end any time soon.
When Abel finally spoke, it wasn’t to dampen down what she was feeling. What all of them were most likely feeling in that aftermath.
No, it was to push things higher, further.
“So,” he said. “When can we do that again?”
