Chapter 13 - Jasmine
There were orgasms and then there was whatever the hell that just was. I felt like he’d just scrambled my insides, whipped them up into a nice frothy goodness, and then melted it all like a cup of real, honest-to-God, smoldering hot chocolate.
His head was leaning against me still, his face buried in between my breasts, his hands still gripping my thighs. He was softening inside of me, slowly slipping from my sopping wet folds. I felt like...like I had been put through the ringer, then left to deal with some sort of boneless aftermath.
Because I did feel boneless. I was still leaning heavily against the wall, and I was pretty sure that if he hadn’t been acting as a sort of counterweight, I would have slumped off the counter onto the floor by now.
That was good s*x,
