Orgasm
"Just like this, Angel, scream more, not weak, give me a hard one, and cum for me, sweetheart," Alice rolled his tongue in a circle as he twisted her nipples harder and in the opposite direction.
‘Cum?’ Alisha thought in her hazy head, but as he sucked some more, she felt something dripping from her body, exactly from her pussy, mixing with the water.
Did I pee? She panicked, thinking.
Alice knew she had cummed already, even though he couldn't see it. He could tell by her body's reaction, the way her breathing slowed and her body rested in his arms.
He felt overjoyed that he was the reason for her first orgasm.
“I can't leave your other nipple unattended,” Alice commented as he removed his fingers from the nipple he had twisted before.
And took her in his mouth, soothing the ache, feeling like he was in heaven.
She made him cum once, and he gave her an orgasm; they both were equal, and both felt so good.
“Stop, I am tired,” Alisha weakly commented, as her eyes grew sleepy, all the tension of what happened and everything flowed out from her body with the orgasm she just had.
As Alisha's exhaustion settled in, Alice tenderly cradled her in his arms.
He carefully lifted her from the bathtub, still feeling the hardness between his legs, but he knew she could catch a cold.
He immediately rinsed her off under the shower as the water in the tub had become dirty.
After cleaning her, he carried her out of the bathroom, tenderly drying her body with a clean towel before tucking her naked form under the blanket, ensuring she stayed warm and comfortable.
"Sleep, sweetheart," Alice whispered, noticing her half-awake state under the dim lights. "Today was exhausting; it's best if you get some rest." He gently kissed her forehead.
Alisha drifted off to sleep, comforted by his soothing words.
The intensity of her first orgasm had taken its toll on her body, leaving her longing for rest as soon as she sank into the bed.
Alice couldn't help but smile, watching her peacefully asleep. The tension that had once married her features now replaced by peace.
If he had known that a single orgasm could bring her such peace, he would gladly dedicate his life to providing her with endless moments of orgasm. He was willing to give her these orgasms for a lifetime.
Heading back to the bathroom, he sought release from the pent-up frustration and arousal he had experienced while pleasuring her.
After thirty minutes, he emerged feeling refreshed, dressed, and ready to attend to Alisha.
Glancing at her sleeping form, he noted the need to order some skincare products, clothes, and other necessities for her.
While she could wear his shirt in the privacy of their room, he didn't want her to wear it outside, like the time she had casually worn it and even went back to her orphanage with Mary without a second thought.
It stirred a sense of possessiveness within him, knowing that only he should have the privilege of seeing her in his shirt.
He made a mental note to ensure Alisha had everything she needed to feel comfortable and cared for, both inside and outside their private sanctuary.
Gently, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, admiring the delicate features that he had come to cherish so deeply. The redness of her lips, a lingering reminder of the kiss he had bestowed upon her forehead, stirred a warmth within him.
Leaning down, he placed another soft kiss on her forehead, whispering words of affection into the quiet room.
“I love you Angel”
“Just stay with me, I am going to make you happy”
“Don't worry, Mary might left you, but I won't”
As Alisha slept peacefully, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for her presence in his life. With a contented sigh, he settled beside her, ready to spend the night by her side, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who had captured his soul.
Ting!
He sighed as his phone rang with a message, hating any interruption to his moment with Alisha.
But it was evident he had been neglecting his work since meeting her. Thoughts of her consumed him entirely.
Though he managed his work as best he could, his mind always drifted back to her. Just as his heart never ceased to beat and his lungs continued to breathe, his thoughts always returned to her.
His dedication to Alisha was undeniable, but he couldn't ignore the responsibilities awaiting him beyond their shared moments. As much as he cherished their time together, he knew he needed to strike a balance.
With a gentle kiss on Alisha's forehead, he reached for his phone to check messages and pending tasks.
Deciding to tackle work while she slept, he preferred to save their waking hours for teasing and spending time together.
Retrieving his spare laptop from the nearby drawer, he settled in beside her. Though he had an office attached to the room, he couldn't bear to leave her alone after the events of the day.
The memory of her tears haunted him, and he was determined to be there for her, not wanting to see her in pain again.
He had already done so much, altering her entire life, and he couldn't bear to do anything more that might disrupt it further.
The guilt weighed heavily on him as he imagined what it would feel like if he were in Alisha's shoes, sacrificed by his own mother for someone else's sake.
While he understood Mary's position and the responsibility she carried for other children, he couldn't shake the agony he had caused Alisha.
Her tears, screams, and desperate pleas haunted him, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon her.
He knew her recovery would take time, perhaps more than he could comprehend, and he dreaded facing the extent of her suffering.
All he could do was hope to bring her happiness, even if he understood deep down that it wouldn't erase her pain instantaneously; it was a delusion he clung to, desperate for some peace.
Despite his inner thoughts, as he gazed at her sleeping form, a sense of determination washed over him. No matter how long it took, he would be there for Alisha.
Because now he had her all to himself, he was determined to ensure she forgot about everyone else.
"Let's work."
