I struggle to catch my breath, still coming to terms with how every inch of me was set afire by her. Absolute fulfillment, contentment and sheer bliss sail through me as I lay on top of this gorgeous woman, my body still joined to hers. I’m not sure if it’s because I haven’t had sex in at least two months or it’s just her. I raise myself and there she is, lying beneath me, her hands all trussed up, looking perfect. The reality of her like this is way better than any fantasy I’ve had.

She breathes unevenly and her eyes open finding mine.

“Hello, again, Aaliya.” I smile down at her.

She bats her eyelashes at me. “Hello, again!”

This has become like a thing between us. I untie her hands and rub her wrists. “Are you okay?”

“Um...I’m great. That was...that was unbelievable,” she says stretching her hands.

I move off her to use the bathroom and when I return, she is snuggled under the sheets, fast asleep. I turn to pick up my clothes and her eyelids flutter open.

She yawns and catches my hand. “Stay.”

“Please...” she whispers. Without another thought, I get in beside her. She turns towards me and wraps her body around mine. She puts her head on my chest and falls asleep in seconds. I hold her warm body in my arms and decide to stay with her for just a few more minutes.

It’s still dark when my eyes open again. I wake up with her tantalizing fragrance enveloping me and her body entangled with mine. This is the longest I’ve slept ever since the shooting.

Her back is snuggled into my chest and as I hold her close, a knot unwinds inside me. Being with her like this silences my mind. Peace has eluded me for so long and it’s strangely comforting to find it like this, with this warm woman in my arms. These emotions are novel to me because in the past I’ve never stayed back to sleep with any woman I’ve had sex with.

Aaliya stretches in her sleep and her bottom pushes into my hardening body. My hand finds her core and she’s wet. I position her such that I can slide into her easily. She moans and I know she’s woken up.

“Damien,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep. She pushes herself further into me.

I shut my eyes as her velvety muscles fit snugly around me. We stay like this for several moments until she pushes her hips back.

I capture a breast in my palm and squeeze while I slowly move in and out of her.

“Faster...please...I need you,” Aaliya whimpers.

My teeth scrape the side of her lovely neck and I slow down further. I rock into her lazily, exploring her body once again, caressing every inch of satiny skin that I find.