Aláine's Point of View
When Kristof marked me where my neck and shoulder meet, there was a sharp acute pain similar to when he first thrust inside me. This was quickly followed by this incredibly intense pleasure. I had never known such ecstasy as when he made me orgasm the first time. With the second and third times, the intensity just increased. I could never get tired of that.
He gently lowered me to the ground, withdrawing from me. It created an emptiness, and I instantly missed the pleasurable pressure he had created. I had to grab hold of his shoulders for my legs were wobbly and weak. As I slowly walked (if you could call it that) the short distance to the shower, I could feel some bruising on my still swollen sex.
"Are you okay, my love?" he asked, standing close behind me, holding me around my waist, and breathing on my neck and ear.
My breath hitched, "Barely. It has been used in a completely new way, but I won't be if you keep doing that."