Fuuuuuck.
My entire body feels like Jell-O as it gradually recovers from the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. I hold Alana close as the fog lifts, dropping light kisses on every part of her I can. When I fully come around, I realize she’s latched onto me, her face buried in my neck, her body shaking.
“Babe, are you crying?”
“No.” Her voice is small.
“Alana?” I nudge her with my nose, beckoning her to look at me. “Did I hurt you? Too much too fast? What is it?” I’m starting to unravel.
She just shakes her head with her face still buried against me.
“Tell me.” It’s a plea.
She finally looks up, and I am half expecting to find her face soaked with tears. But there are none.
“It’s just... I don’t think I will ever be able to find the words to tell you how you make me feel.”
She just stunned me stupid.
“You tell me you love me,” I immediately retort.
“It doesn’t feel like enough.”
“It is for me.” She has no idea what those words mean. They’re like magic and spun gold. “Say it.”
“I love you,” she doesn’t hesitate.
“Those are all the words I will ever need to hear.”