Ezekiel
Nyla came down slowly, body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. I stayed between her thighs for a moment longer, kissing her sensitive p***y gently, savoring the way she shivered under my mouth. Then I moved up, laying beside her on the bed and pulling her into my arms.
I held her close, one hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles. Her breathing was still ragged, her skin warm and flushed. I kissed her forehead, her temple, the corner of her eye — soft, possessive kisses that told her she was mine.
“You did so well, baby,” I murmured against her hair. “My perfect girl.”
She stayed quiet for a few minutes, nestled against my chest, catching her breath. Then I felt her hand move. It traced down my shirt, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants until her
