"So..." he says, looking over at you and trying to catch his breath again. "I guess that's what they meant by 'ultimate pleasure'." His voice is hoarse from all the moaning and groaning, but there's a note of wonder in it as well. He reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion.

After a moment, he smiles softly at you. "Thanks for showing me that."

You smile back at him, feeling warmth spread through your chest. "Of course, baby. Anytime." You reach out to run a finger down his bare stomach before lazily tracing patterns on his chest. Looking into his eyes, you feel a strange sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over you. This was everything you'd hoped it would be.