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“Mm-hmm.”

“Maybe your not being able to talk means I’m actually squishing you.” He starts to lift himself off me.

“Don’t you dare get up now,” I manage to say.

He chuckles and gets back down, pressing on me. He moves my sweaty, sticky hair from my face, so incredibly gently, the stark contrast between the wild monkey fucking and the tenderness so very new to me and kind of alarming.

He kisses every inch of my face, little butterfly kisses, over and over and over, and when he gets to my mouth he licks and nibbles at however much of my open lips he can reach. The morning breath is long forgotten, and I can taste a bit of myself in his mouth.

His hairy chest is covered in sweat, and I love its feel against my back.

The whole moment is otherworldly. I feel completely surrounded in a way that doesn’t feel oppressive but warm and comforting and just so unbelievably vulnerable, I feel tears pooling in my eyes.

“Baby, are you crying?” he asks, kissing the corner of my eye. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head.

“Overwhelmed?”

I nod.

“You ready for me to get off?”

I shake my head again and sniff.

We stay like that until he completely softens and falls out and our breaths return to normal.

“I can take your plug out if you want,” Joe says as he moves off me, very slowly.

I nod. He’s gentle with this, too. Then he unties my hands.

Then he lies next to me and pulls me into his chest and I can’t stop shaking and sobbing. There are no tears, just emotional release.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he says. “I hope I didn’t mess anything up.”

“You didn’t,” I say. “It was amazing. Just ... a lot. Not an everyday thing, for sure.”

He nods. “Yeah. Definitely not an everyday type of fuck. More of an occasional treat.”

“I’m totally wiped,” I say. “I need a bit of a break. Peeing. Shower. Coffee. Food.”

He’s tender as he strokes my face. “Those all sound amazing.”

I finally get up and rub my wrists. I feel sore all over. The used butt plug with a green plastic gem rests on the nightstand, next to the lube. I feel a pang of embarrassment.

I swing my feet off the bed, placing them squarely on the floor. “Let me go to the bathroom for a few minutes,” I say as I sit up, not looking at him. “I will start the shower, and then you can join me if you want, but fair warning, the shower is small.”

“No problem.” He grabs me by the wrist and I turn around. “You sure everything is okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

I smile. “Nah. It was perfect.”

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

I turn around, kneel on the bed, grab his head, and give him a brief kiss. “Stop worrying and stop double-checking. It was amazing. No more questions.”

He grins. “Understood. It was unreal for me, too.”

I smile and get off the bed again, hurrying to the bathroom.