Suddenly the door opened

I lost my balance and fell onto the bathroom floor. Instead of meeting unforgiving tiles, however, I was greeted by a pillow of soft, sweaty skin and a startled yelp.

My vision shifted upwards and I found myself looking into the eyes of my girlfriend, Nia. Her soft rounded features carried a look of worry as she met my gaze.

Nia: …Em? Are you okay?

She spoke slowly and softly, a bit haggard from her recent activities.

A curious look developed on her face; brows raised and head cocked sideways. It was cute.

Nia: Em? You there hun?

Her hands slid tenderly along my face as she probed me, then settled in a cradle between her thighs and my neck.

Despite her obvious concern, I couldn't focus myself enough to answer. I felt bad, but tearing my attention away from her was impossible. Her piercing green eyes and the flush in her cheeks. The fresh rivulets of sweat, which traced down her neck and into her softly heaving bust. The supple firmness of her thighs against my head. The smell of her wafting from under me...no, permeating the entire room. She was stunning in the most literal sense. It was all I could do to form coherent thoughts.

She pursed her lips in a pout and turned towards the bedroom. Whoops, probably made her salty by not answering.

It seemed like she was going to snark at me, but chose to stay quiet. After a brief moment, a sly grin spread across her face.

Nia looked back towards me and flashed the playful grin I fell in love with all those years ago. Her eyes sparkled.

Nia: Hey now~...

Her voice crept into a sultry tone once more.

Nia: You're still hard, you perv~. How was that not enough for you? You had to’ve cum like four times! The entryway is completely covered!

My lips curled up in response.

Emery: Sorry Nia, I can never get enough of you.

A softer blush spread across her already flush face and her smile grew wider.

Nia: No complaints from me. My bastard partner here made me do all the work! Took forever to cum.

She gestured toward her “partner”, a large sex toy hung in her hand. The eight inch ombre dildo we’d bought a few months back to try livening up our sessions.

She threw it carelessly into the bedroom. I wondered why she was habitually rough with him after use. I could swear they had a love/hate relationship.

She leaned down and gently pressed her lips against mine.

Nia: Be gentle with me, okay? I’m a little sore.

We stayed connected like that for some time, the rest of the world blissfully melting away.

The gentleness was brief, however, and heat crept between us as we got more aggressive with our affection.

I could feel her getting antsy as we continued, and it wasn’t long before she cut to the chase and picked me up off the floor. She ran me over in a bridal carry, practically tackling me into the bed as her **** continued.

I couldn’t help but laugh into her mouth.

Emery: What was that you said about “being gentle”?

Her grin was manic and predatory now as she loomed over me. She snarled in response.

Nia: Yeah, I told you to be gentle with me. I didn’t say anything about being gentle with you~.