<i>“Nalia?”<br/>
</i><br/>“Yeah?...” she breathed out, lying splayed like a rag doll half on his lap, half on the bed. Her orgasm had completely dissipated, but every once in a while her hips would twitch just once or twice.<br/><br/><i>“That was intense. You okay?”<br/>
</i><br/>“Heh...” she let out a single chuckle. Her eyes closed. ‘Intense’ was an understatement. That was....honestly, she couldn’t think of a better word, but definitely something more than that. Instead of adding onto it, she just merely nodded, smile dumbly, her chest shaking in silent laughter. “Oh yeah...I am...way more than okay.” All her words came out in raspy breaths, unable to actually use her vocal chords as her body is focusing more on breathing than talking.<br/><br/>She appreciated the lack of too much movement, waiting for her to regain herself. Then she appreciated even more the pillow and massaging. She took in a deep breath, through her nose, then exhaled slowly out her mouth. His touch, something that previously excited, proceeded instead to relax her. Her heart still responded like it did before, but at a much less elevated pace, but still slightly higher than normal. With a sigh, she let her eyes open once more, giving him her usual smile, not filled with lewd thoughts or desires, but simply in pure contentment. She wasn’t quick to move, even if she had recovered enough. Nalia simply wanted to just enjoy the moment, here, intertwined with him. Though, admittedly, she wished for his face to be closer. “Come here.” She whispered, her voice not as raspy or breathy anymore, reaching a hand to his shoulder, coercing him to untangle himself from her and bring his face to hers.