Afterglow - a short story of the moments after...
There was a certain addictive presence to her whenever he found himself near enough to press flesh against flesh, like a sweet drug that made one's mind soar and pulse elevate when one had it. But the moment that it was taken away, the cravings set in and the body shook with the desire to have it again. Why did she make him feel this way, Bracken often wondered in the aftermath of their every fevered moment together. And it never seemed to fail him that the answer alwas coming to mind was a single word that carried so much meaning with its monosyllibic utterance, love.
Even now with Mari flopped limply ontop of him and her quivering sex still clenched around his length, Bracken could think of little else but those passioned moments where they had made their love for each other known in the most physical of ways. Every gentle touch and every wanting moan lingered fresh in his mind and made his body feel hot still with just the memories of what had come to pass. And it made him need her more, this sweet vulnerable creature that lay gasping and shivering on top of him.
Bracken could only make guesses on how it had felt for Mari to have him thrusting so eagerly into her body but for him it had been simply amazing as it always was, velvety walls gliding their wet warmth along his throbbing manhood as she rode him with long slow grinds. There were not many things that Bracken could relate it to and even now, after having spilt himself deep inside of her, the otter felt a happiness that he only knew with her. The reality of it all was that even the sex he'd had prior to meeting Mari and being with her truly paled in comparison to what it felt like to enjoy Mari's body in any way that he dared to desire. It was because sex had always been just sex - furious lustful fucking, to put things into a less than romanticized wording. But with Mari, it was never just mindless sex to fulfill an itch. It was something far more passionate and far more personal, two beings showing their love for each other in a way that words could never manage - physically connecting in their bodies and their minds as they gave themselves completely to each other.
And now as she slipped into the sleep that he had exhausted her into, Bracken could only want to hold her close against him and keep her safe against his body. Her naked flesh pressed up against him and her burning womanhood squeezing around him made that voice in the back of his mind scream for him to take her again, to throw her onto her back and fill her insides once more with his seed - but Bracken would not. No, instead he would let her have her rest and give her little more than soft kisses against chin and nose with the hopes that it just might make a cute smile and a lovely giggle escape from her for him to enjoy.
That was that and that was just how Bracken wanted it to always be, those flustered tanglings of flesh and moans slowly giving away to orgasms that left them slumped against each other with gasps for breath and whines of satisfaction. There was no complexity to it, no grand shows of longing for each other. It was two lovers showing their love for each other by allowing themselves that moment of oneness.
Bracken knew that he could be a pain in the butt sometimes, that he had habits that made him difficult to tolerate. There were always those days where he wondered why Mari loved him and feared that he might lose her. But Bracken did know one thing. There was nothing that confirmed what Bracken felt for Mari more than the moments that led up to this aftermath of sweaty flesh and heaving chests. And nothing else left Bracken feeling more sure that he could say without lying, "I love you, Mari..."
*And this little awkward moment is dedicated to MAri Blackpaw. <3