The feeling of feeling up Claire from the inside… I could somehow tell I could never get enough of it.
The tension of our bodies twisting to their limits, all to let us accommodate just the best angles that brought the two of us the greatest possible pleasure. The warmth of desperately clinging to the other. The sweet smell of our sweat mixed as we rubbed our skin against each other.
The single instance of orgasm encapsulated all of those feelings, all of those sensations after enriching them with an overwhelming amount of relief, pleasure, and release. After tensing up just like that for a little longer, we both powerlessly fell down onto the bedsheets, too tired to do anything beyond just heavily breathing if not outright panting for the air.
Yet, now that this short bout of slightly more intense intimacy helped to recharge our cores, I no longer felt even the hint of that overwhelming, oppressive exhaustion that came with running out of spiritual energy.
