Recovered
Anya panted heavily. Her thoughts were cloudy as she savored the fleeing threads of pleasure which swept throughout her body before they disappeared.
Her head was arched back and she closed her eyes to contemplate on what just happened now. Her heart pounded so rapidly that she was worried it would leave her chest. Kiba, in the meantime, continued to cup her ass cheeks to support her weight while his mouth parted from her pink foldings.
Slowly, she regained some clarity. She adjusted her feet and left his body. She lay down beside him on the blanket-covered floor. Her body was exhausted, and yet, she felt happy.
"Is this what they call orgasm?" Anya wondered. She has felt the natural excitement when she made love with her husband and past boyfriends, but nothing like today.
It was the first time when she felt the trembling and the buildup of passion before it exploded into waves of exhilaration.