No dessert (this time)

"Truthfully, no. I am spent," I confessed to my new lover. "I'm sorry, next time," I promised.

"There is nothing to apologize for sweetie," she responded followed by a tiny peck on my nose. Amanda stripped out of her strap-on and let it thud dully to the floor, before rejoining me in her bed. It was a smaller bed, designed for one so we had to squeeze, but I certainly didn't mind.

"Shouldn't you, ya know, clean that?" I asked, referencing the dildo.

"Later," Amanda responded lazily as she curled up into me. I had a funny feeling that she was a little bit more spent than she had let on. My suspicions were confirmed not long after as I heard her deep rhythmic breathing and felt it on my skin. She was out in a matter of minutes, and that was totally okay. I wasn't far behind her as I wrapped my arms around her sleeping body. I placed one last kiss on her neck before whispering in her ear.

"That was amazing," I confessed, even if I knew she couldn't hear me. I fell into a deep sleep cuddling Amanda like a giant plush toy soon after that.