Love (2)
Annalise rested her head on Rafael's shoulder. She greatly missed this connection they shared with their intimacy.
"Tired?" Rafael teasingly asked.
"Just because I lost our sparring match does not mean I am suddenly a person to tire easily. I can go on for much longer, but moving against the wall is a bit painful even if it is a slow movement," Annalise said, moving from his shoulder to look at him.
There was a slight burning sensation from her moving along the wall as Rafael penetrated her. If they were to be slow and careful again she could bear with it, but anything else would leave her back getting a bruise.
Hearing this, Rafael went back to holding her up without the help of the wall and stepped away from it. Evidence of their activities had made its way to the floor and before any guest might come to look at the house, it needed to be cleaned up.