Yes

They lay entwined for what seems to Flis forever. She feels as his cock slowly softens and slides from inside her. Even that small movement making her sigh with pleasure. Eventually he moves, easing himself from between her legs, rolling away until he is able to ease himself from the bed and stand.

She watches as he dresses in silence, making no effort herself to move. As he sits beside her to put his shoes on, she manages to speak for the first time since their coupling. “Will I see you again?” she asks, trying not to sound too desperate for an affirmative answer, but sure her voice gives away her eagerness. But he doesn’t reply, instead he simply chuckles and turns to her, reaching a hand out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and leans over to kiss her softly on her lips.

As he stands again, this time fully dressed, she feels a pang of loss, realising he is about to leave her, and again she finds herself asking “will you fuck me again? I’ve never cum like that for anyone before, I want it again”. His silence though torments her, and the fear in her grows that this is a one-time only thing.

Still wordless, he reaches for her phone, left forgotten beside them, recording every moment of what just happened. He drops it gently on her tummy, and she grabs it, lifting it to check if it was recording all along, excited to realise that yes it was, knowing she will be watching it again before long.

He steps towards her closed bedroom door, opening it and stepping into the hallway, but just as he is about to vanish from sight, possibly forever, he turns and looks at her, and at last he speaks.