[Warning: Light adult content.]
She sighed contently as she turned her head to the side. He took the opportunity to kiss her neck.
"Are you okay?" he mumbled against her skin when she groaned.
"It's a lot," she admitted.
"Too much?" he inquired. She shook her head. Just perfect.
He placed a finger under her jaw and turned her head so that she was looking at him. Then, he slowly rested his forehead against her. They stare, only a mere inch apart.
"It's all yours. All of me belongs to you," he told her.
"All of you?" she choked.
"All of me." It was a promise.
She didn't know if he meant physically or more, but she found herself hoping that it was the latter. He had asked her what she had done to him and now she was asking the same question again.
"What have you done to me?" Where were all these feelings coming from?
Her answer seemed too insufficient.
