Chapter 13 - The Admission

Steve’s breath slowly returned to normal, his heart a steady drum against his ribs. He carefully pulled his still-sensitive cock from Heather’s gloriously wrecked pussy with a soft, wet sluuurp. Her body gave one last, weak shudder at the separation. He took a moment to just look at her, sprawled across the polished wood of the conference table, a beautiful, debauched mess. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, deep rhythm, her enormous creamy breasts, still glistening with a sheen of sweat, shifting with every breath. They were magnificent, the pale skin flushed pink, her nipples dark and pebbled from the intensity of their fucking.

He needed to clean her up. Spotting a discreet door near the bookcase, he pushed it open to reveal a small, opulent bathroom. Marble counters, gold fixtures. He rummaged under the sink, hoping for a soft cloth, but found only a roll of thick, embossed paper towels. Good enough, he thought, dampening a few under warm water.

Returning to her, he gently began to wipe the evidence of their union from her inner thighs and the soaked, silver-flecked thatch of her pubic hair. The paper towel glided over her skin, absorbing his thick, white cum as it slowly seeped out of her well-used hole. Each soft pass made her twitch in her sleep, a low, contented mmmph escaping her lips. The smell of their sex, musky and primal, filled the air around them. He was meticulous, almost worshipful, in cleaning her, his fingers occasionally brushing against her swollen outer lips, feeling the lingering heat there.

Once satisfied, he slid his arms under her knees and shoulders, lifting her effortlessly. She was surprisingly light, her body limp and pliant in his strong grip. He carried her to the large leather couch against the wall, settling down with her cradled in his arms like a precious treasure. Her head rested against his chest, her creamy breasts spilling over his arm, the soft weight of them pressing into him.

Her eyes fluttered open, those bright blue orbs locking onto his with a lazy, sated gaze. “Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, laced with the kind of affection that only comes after such intense intimacy.

Heather stirred, her lips curling into a weak but radiant smile as she slowly returned to full consciousness. “You! Young man, are incredible,” she breathed, her voice still husky from their earlier exertions. “In all my years, no one has ever made me faint from pleasure like that.”

Her hand, delicate yet commanding, reached up and grabbed the back of Steve’s head, pulling him down into a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude and awe. Her lips were soft but insistent, and Steve could feel the weight of her appreciation in every tender press of her mouth against his.

When they finally parted, Heather let out a soft sigh, her body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks of their union. She nestled closer to him, her head finding its place on his chest once more, as if she couldn’t bear to be even an inch away from him. Steve’s hand instinctively found its way to her stomach, his fingers brushing the underside of her magnificent tit once more, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his touch.