I’d laid flat on my back for hours after Cronan had finished with me, staring up at the ceiling in pure ecstasy. I felt high as lay there, him lying next to me, both of us seeming completely out of it as we tried to come back down from whatever heights we’d wandered off to.
He hadn’t said anything or interjected any thoughts into my mind recently for me to know what was going on in his head. Not since the cuss session I was pretty sure he hadn’t meant me to hear whilst groaning into my throat during c****x. When he’d shook in my arms, I’d all but fallen apart against him, eyes rolling skyward, all thoughts seeming to hit a flat line as his pleasure only amplified my own. I’d thought at some point, crying in his arms, that I might die and that maybe that would be a fine way to go.
