A cuddle and hydration break.

Placing her hand on his cheek, Neba said to him, "C'mere. Just wanna kiss you for a bit."

Shifting over closer to her, Chen put her head on his arm, draped his other arm over her, and pulled her in to him. She in turn, threw her leg over his side, and their lips met once more.

Their kisses were quick, light, and surprisingly chaste, like acknowledgements of their mutual satisfactions of the other's performance. The heated passion of their lust had been spent, and now they were just content in sharing the same space in each other's embrace, whispering sweet nothings in their ears. Chen found this far more intimate than an one-night-stand had any right to be, but he put that thought in the farthest corner of his mind. He'd rather stay in this moment for as long as he could than let reality kick him in the teeth.

They spent a few minutes like this, just kissing, murmuring, and touching each other, when Neba spoke up. "Hey, d'you mind getting me some water? Cumming makes a girl parched. And you made me cum really hard. Twice."

"Sure," he chuckled, stealing another kiss from her.

He returned promptly, with a couple glasses of water, and a handful of towels draped over his neck. Putting a glass down, he passed the other, and the cleanest towel to Neba, and then laid down another onto the very obvious damp spot that they've created. Patting and wiping it as dry as he could, he tossed the towel and all of their clothes into his hamper, telling her that he'd take it to the self-service laundromat around the corner in the morning. Drying himself off too, he climbed back into bed, drank deeply from his glass, and let out a contented sigh.

Remarking drily that it was a good thing that tomorrow was a Saturday, Neba balled up her used towel and chucked it at the hamper as well. Missing it by an inch, she pursed her lips and grunted in annoyance. He chuckled at her, and pulled his cigarettes out of his nightstand's drawer. Putting one to his lips, he brought his lighter up, but stopped suddenly. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he said, giving her the respect of asking before lighting up.

"It's your place. You can if you want, but I'd rather you didn't," she replied lazily, snuggling up next to him and burying her head in his chest. "And I don't mean this as a threat, but I won't kiss you 'nymore if you do."

Faced with such dire consequences, he returned the cigarette back into it's carton, which earned him the biggest smile he'd ever gotten from her. Sliding down, he wrapped his arms around her, kissed her forehead, and just held her again.

Hugging him back, Neba let out her own contented sigh. "I am so comfy and chill right now," she remarked dreamily. "If you want to keep going, we can in a bit, but I am good to just... K. O. right now..."

Stroking her arm, he thought for a bit. He was tired, and more sexually fulfilled than he could remember being, but his now restored male ego was rearing it's head. However, he was also aware of his age, and he had her to consider. Glancing down at her, he realized that he hadn't seen all sides of her, and if he didn't now, he might never will. "Well, I've got good news, and bad news."

"Mm?"

"Bad news, I think I've got one more round in me," he admitted.

A snort of amusement shot out of her nose. "Going another round is bad news now? I'm dying to hear what you think is good news then."

"The good news," he continued, "is that I want to know, what is your pleasure? What can I do, for you, that will get you off the best?"

"Oh?" she replied, raising an eyebrow at him, her interest piqued. He matched her eyebrow raise, and nodded at her. Pursing her lips again, she said, "Hm... well, you've kind of been doing it a bit already, but I really like gettin' dommed. 'Specially in doggy. That'll just... whoof... get me all kindsa ways."

"I'll be honest, I was kind of hoping you'd say something about doggy, because I hadn't gotten the chance to see this in action yet" Chen confessed, reaching down and getting a good handful of her butt. Neba just rolled her eyes, but still giggled at him. "But, I don't think I quite get what you mean by 'dommed' though."

She raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. "Dommed? Y'know, dominated?" He merely shook his head in confusion. Taking a breath, she slowly blew it out of her cheeks. "Well... the oversimplified answer is that... you are taking the lead in the sex. And..." She stammered on for a bit, trying to find how best to continue, when she suddenly snapped her fingers. "Basically, I don't wanna think when I'm having sex. I just wanna focus on three things: Doing what you tell me to do, how good I'm making you feel, and how good you're making me feel."

"Okay, following," Chen nodded.

"And that means my dom, whoever it may be at the time," she continued with a very pointed look in his direction, "can do, pretty much whatever they want with me, and I'd just roll with it. 'Cept for... anal." There was an obvious sneer and note of disgust in her voice when she said that word. "I dunno what it is with people and that. No kink-shaming, but... yeah, hard pass for me. 'Sides that, they can be a little rough with me. Y'know like, spanking, dirty-talk, light ****, that kind of stuff. But the way you got, when you creampied me? Both times? That was... really fucking hot, not gonna lie."

Chen winced and hissed in embarrassment and some shame. "Yeah, sorry about going crazy, with calling you a slut and a bitch, and not pulling out."

Neba landed a slap on his chest, more chastising than painful. "I just said it was hot! Don't apologize!" she barked, making him flinch the way he used to when his ex-wife yelled at him.

Seeing his reaction, she immediately backed off. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to snap at you like that. What I'm trying to say, is that if fucking me made you lose control over yourself, which then made you take away my control over myself, is a massive turn on for me. Because that means, like I said, you're in charge, I'm obviously making you feel great, and those two together, makes me feel fucking amazing."

Actively trying not to pair his marital anxiety with Neba, Chen took controlled, measured breaths. Running his hand down his face, he exhaled slowly. "It's okay," he replied finally. "I understand what you mean, but it doesn't make me feel any less bad about it. That being said, as long as you were okay with it, I... guess it's alright."

Looking up at him, she smiled broadly. "I was very okay with it," she nodded, before nuzzling back into his chest.

Tucking his arm behind his head again, Chen could feel himself start to calm down even more, when a thought popped into his head. "Speaking of control, and I have to ask, because it's happened twice already, but when you tell me to stop, do you actually want me to stop? If I were domming you, I mean."

Neba let out contemplative sounding growls as she thought. "Kinda yes... but also not really?" she answered, sounding unsure of her response. "Like, it mostly only happens when I get overstimulated, and I need a breather to like, level out; but at the same time, I don't want to screw up your rhythm, so I'd try to hang on and ride it out, but... sometimes it can get too much, and I can't anymore." Blowing breath out of her cheeks, she drummed her fingers on a dangerously low part of his stomach. "A couple of my friends, who are into the real kinky stuff, told me that their partners gave them a safeword, like 'ball', or 'river', something you don't say everyday, to use when they need a break."

"Huh." Chen grunted, impressed by how she was, either accidentally or purposefully, feeding him information on how she wanted to be dominated. He then started looking around the room, prompting her to ask him why he was fidgeting so much.