Twisted

George reluctantly pulled out of his wife and dropped his body next to hers on his back. He bit his lower lip hard.

He knew he was going overboard already, but tonight he felt that he was leaving her truly exhausted. He glanced at her with apologetic eyes but she was not even facing him, the panting mess that his wife was right now didn't even want to look at her husband. 

'The problem we have isn't physical,' he thought to himself as both of them continued to pant heavily. "Look at me," he ordered in a low tone. 

Cynthia turned around to face him.

He looked at his wife's glowing face under the light of the bright moon that came from the huge windows. Her big green eyes glistened, and her full lips that he enjoyed so much were red and puffy.

George was sure that the source of exhaustion was not his wife's thoroughly satisfied body.