Not enough 2 [M]

Chasing that high, I feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine, building and building until it snaps. With a deep groan, I release inside her, the sensation so intense it leaves me trembling. For a moment, I collapse on top of her, my head buried in the crook of her neck, the scent of her skin grounding me.

But then reality hits. I'm still heavy, my body pressed against hers. Worried about crushing her, I muster enough strength to flip us over, carefully positioning her on top of me. I don't pull out—I can't. I'm not ready to leave this feeling of connection, of being utterly and completely hers.

My hands find her waist, holding her in place as we lie there, our breaths mingling, hearts still racing in tandem. The moment feels surreal, like a dream I never want to wake from. She's warm and soft against me, her body molding perfectly to mine.