His lips captured mine once more, and he changed the angle of his hips justso.There was no mercy after that. The pressure building inside me burst like a dam, and I was utterly consumed.
“Oh my god, Paul,Paul!”
My entire mind whited out, my ears rang, and even the breath in my lungs felt like a punch. It was the most exquisite torture, a rhapsody of agony and ecstasy.
There was no telling how long it lasted. It could have been a few epochs, it could have been seconds; I had no way of knowing. It was all-consuming in its intensity, and I never wanted it to stop.
The only blip of reality that managed to leak in was when Paul let out a roar, and I felt his knotthrobwithin me with an almost punch-drunk force. It sounded like it would be unpleasant, but it was anything but. It was unstoppable, inevitable, and it made my orgasm last that much longer.
“I…” My breath hitched as I slowly came down, Paul holding my hips almost reverently, the muscles in his neck and chest still taut with their furor. I didn’t really know what I was planning to say, only that I felt like I should uttersomething.
“It’s okay,” Paul panted. God, I loved how fucked out he sounded.Idid that tohim.Made me feel powerful in a very inebriated manner. “Just rest. Breathe, let yourself come down.”
That sounded like an excellent idea. It wasn’t like I was going anywhere anyway. Paul’s knot would make sure of that. So, I relaxed as best I could, filled like I was, and let myself drift.
My mind went this way and that, unfettered by logic or reality. Some moments I envisioned myself as a she-wolf, mating with Paul so we could fill our den with pups. Some moments I was solving the case, and Paul and I celebrated in a similar way. Some moments, I was just floating in a warm ocean, completely relaxed and unburdened.
Unfortunately, fantasy could only last for so long, and eventually, I came back to myself.
“Hey there,” I murmured, my mouth much drier than I had realized. Paul noticed—of course he did—and reached out, grabbing a mug of water off my desk against the wall. I shook my head when I recognized the spattered mug.
“That’s for my paintbrushes,” I explained when he sent me a concerned look.
“Ah,” he said, and after how intense he was while fucking my brains out, it was sweet to see him blush slightly. “Apologies.”
“It’s all right. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sipped from a cup I wasn’t supposed to.” I managed a sort of breathy chuckle, my lungs burning, but the movement pulled at where we were tied.
That was a… strange sensation.
“Just another minute or two. I… uh, it’s been a while since I’ve…” he trailed off, and I got the idea he was a bit embarrassed, but he had no reason to be.
“Don’t worry, me too.”
We both went a bit quiet. I didn’t know where his head was, but I was still soaking in the afterglow.
But even with post-coital illumination, my back was starting to hurt from lying on the hard table, and my body told me I needed to relieve myself. Not exactly the sexiest sensation, but a survival instinct I was grateful for. Thankfully, only a few heartbeats later, I felt another slight tug, then Paul pulled out of me.
It was a strange but not unwelcome sensation to feel the mess I had become, and I was well aware that I would need to wipe down the table, but that could wait for the morning. For now, it was time to bask.
“Wanna clean up in the shower?” I asked. My voice was smaller than I’d expected it to be. I couldn’t say exactly why, but nerves suddenly welled up inside me. It seemed that the consequence-free bubble had burst, and now the reality of what we had done was setting in.
I wasn’t ashamed, but I did have to acknowledge that sleeping together, even if it was just venting some steam after nearly dying, had probably complicated things.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Okay, let me pop in there real quick and take care of myself, then it’s all yours.”
Sure, we could hop in there together, but for some reason, my brain categorized that as acouplething. Intimate. Hooking up was one thing, but doing romantic things like sharing a hot, steamy, shower was another thing entirely.
“Are you sure you’re okay to walk?”
“Of course I am!” I said. But my mistake was declaring that with my full chest before getting on my feet. I hopped off the table, and I swore I would have faceplanted if Paul hadn’t caught me when my knees immediately gave out.
“Whoa. Here, let me help you to your bathroom.”
“You know what? I think that’s a good call.”
I’d expected him to wrap a hand around my naked waist and walk along with me. But that’s not what happened at all. No, he steadied me against the table long enough to tuck himself back into his pants and zip them up, then the next thing I knew, I was being picked up bridal-style!