[Margaret's POV]
In response to my slight 'accusation,' Donald did not utter a word, simply hooking the corners of his lips, firmly pressing over me without any intention to let go.
He slowly bowed his head, and the hot breath from between his nostrils ran wild like electricity along my neck, prompting me to twist uncomfortably and raise my hand to lightly resist his pressing body, hoarsely reminding him, "My waist is still sore, can you let me off just this once?"
In the same place and posture, with the same person, just a few hours ago, I had just concluded a passionate and exhausting session of lovemaking with Donald. Indeed, I was a bit more than I could handle at the moment.
"I have something to ask you. Can you get off me first, please?" I said softly to Donald, gently caressing his cheek with my hand.
Donald looked into my eyes tranquilly, as if he was pondering whether or not to listen to me and give me a break.
