"Haa... hm..." She moaned softly, the sound loose and unguarded in a way none of her sounds had been until now. Her mind was clearly still reeling, still processing the sudden pleasure that had crashed through her completely without permission.
I looked at my fingers, thoroughly drenched, glistening in the diffused light.
Then I looked at Maribel.
She was lying still, chest rising and falling with slightly unsteady breaths. The flush on her cheeks had deepened considerably. One arm had drifted away from her side during her orgasm and hadn't found its way back, lying loosely on the carpet beside her. Her legs had fallen somewhat open in the aftermath, no longer clenched, the tension that had defined her body since we'd started completely absent for the first time.
Her eyes were still closed, but differently now. Not held shut. Just... closed.
"Maribel," I called quietly.
"...yeah," she answered, her voice smaller than usual.
"How are you feeling?"
