ARWAN
I don't know exactly how many minutes I stay inside her, with her resting on my chest, ignoring the pain—clearly replaced by the softness of her skin—but after a while, I feel like we should really move. I remove the condom and throw it in the bin, while Emery remains on my bed, looking at me. More specifically, looking at my arse with a satisfied look on her face. Her eyes change to gleam, though, when I turn around, and she finds my cock in view.
With a smile at the corner of my lips, I walk back to the bed, placing both hands on it to lean over and kiss her.
"Take a shower with me," I ask between kisses. "We both need one."
I feel her smile against my lips. "All right."
