Luca
Can a man pant like a dog?
That's what it feels like I'm doing at this very moment as I breathe heavily against Emma's neck.
You could say I'm unimpressed with my lack of control, the need to make love and mark Emma having ruled my body way too quickly as I allowed a spontaneous orgasm to wrack my body after weeks of abstaining.
But I'm not a man done after one round.
Instead, I take the time just to hold Emma's relaxed body to mine, her fingernails scraping against my skull as she hums that sweet lullaby my mother sang to us on many occasions.
I can sense her smiling aura, a silent happiness seeping from her every pore as it pours into my own emotions.
"How are you feeling, Emma?" I ask.
"Happy..."
"I mean down here, Emma. Are you sore?"
"No. I don't think my body has got
