"What is it?" she asked softly, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks.
Her chest rose and fell steadily beneath me, and I could feel the warmth of her body through my own.
I leaned closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers, my hands tracing gently on her smooth, bare thighs. "Do you really love me?" I whispered, my tone low and deliberate.
Her legs tensed under my touch, and her gaze locked with mine, unwavering.
"I always did… and I always will," she confessed, wrapping her legs tightly around me, drawing me closer.
A smile spread across my face, and I brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheeks. "Good," I murmured, a teasing edge in my tone. "Because I think I know a way to get my energy back."
