Ophelia
Grecco was true to his promise, giving me small breaks to start again throughout the night. By the time the sun rose, I was out of my senses. I knew I was a mess, and I was sure we had made a mess of our bed and sheets.
I must admire my mate's stamina because he devoted everything to pleasing me whenever he started making love. From being a virgin to being this hot mess, learning half of the Kama Sutra in one night... and despite him being the one doing most of the heavy lifting, I was the one who was utterly crushed.
Could it be that maybe, every time, he made sure I had at least three to four orgasms, if not more, while he only reached his peak and released only once... I had no idea, and I didn't want to find out.
"Grecco..." I called his name, afraid of waking up the s*
