Kisses, pleasure and shaming?

Connor fell backwards to lie on his elbows on the bed, head thrown back to pant. Wow. That had been the hardest, the best, the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. He breathed deeply as aftershocks made his fingers and toes twitch; his head kept spinning and Connor tried to focus on the room's light. Otherwise he was limp, breathless, spent. He felt the mattress shift as Joan crawled up alongside him. With an effort he turned his head and saw her looking at him from a few inches away. She leaned in closer and kissed his collarbone.

He kissed her forehead in return, and heard a soft sigh. Joan pulled herself further up her boyfriend's body, and kissed his lips. He smiled into it, then began to return the kiss. Connor pushed his tongue into Joan's mouth, without any urgency, and was reminded by a faint taste of salt of what had just transpired between them. It wasn't strong, or unpleasant though, and he decided after a start to ignore it. He moved his arm to embrace her, weakly. She pressed herself against him, making a happy mewl. Connor realised that she was still masturbating slowly.

Her hand was pressed between her hips and the side of his own, rubbing softly. Joan was also pressing her hips into him with slow gentle thrusts. Connor kissed her again, then rolled onto his side to face her. He reached between them with his free arm and began to softly play with Joan's nipples. She squeaked at his first touch, but seemed to enjoy it. Connor reached out to taste her emotions. It seemed easier - whether it was the recent blowjob or just touching bare skin that made the difference Connor didn't know, or even just practice, but Joan's feelings were clear. She was eager to come, contented and proud of how she'd brought her boyfriend to orgasm, and feeling... dirty?

Worried, Connor probed harder. He was getting some grasp on how to direct his impressions, and in a moment he was relieved to learn more. Joan was feeling a little ashamed of what they'd done, but only a slight tinge of that. Mostly, she thought it was dirty in an exciting way. Connor resumed his playing with Joan's pointed nipples, and kissed her ear.

"That was impressive, Joan, thank you." whispered Connor. He wanted to praise her, but also to encourage her... her what? 'Sluttiness" was the best he could come up with. "I didn't realise I was dating such an amazing slut." There was a blooming of fear, of shame and judgement, and Connor pulled Joan into him before she could squirm away. "No!" he hissed, "I love that. You shouldn't feel ashamed of it. We've spent so long denying what we want. I've spent too long not giving you what you want."

Connor pushed himself up, until he was lying half on top of Joan, and with one hand grabbed the back of her neck. The other he lowered until it was on top of her hand at her crotch. He began to move it for Joan, and looking into her eyes whispered,

"So fuck yourself. For me. I want to watch you come again, and you're going to do it quickly if you don't want a spanking."