"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

She bites her lip, hesitating for another moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, "but be gentle." Her heart races as you begin to push gently against her, opening her up and filling the tight space with your warmth. She arches her back into the touch, moaning softly at the strange yet exquisite sensation.

Her body tenses and releases in time with your thrusts; each movement feels so good, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She digs her fingers into the porcelain edge of the tub, arching her back further as you fill her completely. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her.

"Oh god..." she moans, her voice barely audible above the sound of water lapping around them. "Don't stop... don't stop..."

"Every night I hope..."

I'm sorry... for being such a mess.

Her whole body feels limp as she comes down from the intense high of her orgasm. She lays there, still atop you, feeling your heartbeat beneath her ear and taking comfort in the warmth of your skin against hers. It's been so long since she's felt this connected to anyone or anything, and it's a strange sensation, both wonderful and terrifying all at once.

"Th-that was... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

"It was," you reply, your voice rough with desire as you stroke her back softly. "I can't remember the last time I felt like that." You look into her eyes, seeing something in them that makes your heart ache. Something fragile and precious. And for now, at least, it feels like she belongs to you.

The afterglow of their lovemaking lingers between them, wrapping itself around them like a warm blanket.