Viona's POV
Wait… why was I bothered, like I was disappointed?
Rafael loosened the stethoscope tubing from my wrists, and my hands fell limply to my sides, weak, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm.
The dull pulse deep inside my pussy lingered, leaving me feeling content, blissful, and satisfied. Was sex always this good? Hm… it could be better.
I let out a heavy sigh, my head still turned to the side against the mattress, eyes fixed on the window where sheer white curtains hung.
Yeah… something in my chest felt just as limp, hanging there uselessly like those curtains.
Sure, the last time we had sex while standing, the feeling of him finishing and pulsing inside me was heavenly. So what was different now?
Rafael flipped me over and made me sit back up on the patient bed. One of his hands supported my back as I still felt weak and wanted to lie down again, while the other stroked my hair and face.
