And the afterglow...of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need.

— Sanober Khan

In the afterglow of an evening rain lay downing the grass and think of you my body acheslike an after-kiss breaking in soft fire sand wildflowers my dear, I will always be this tender for you.

— Sanober Khan

Murmuring soothing noises, Dallas settled himself between her thighs and pressed a soft kiss to her clit. "You're all right." He eased the second sphere out of her. "I've got you." She laughed and covered her face with her hands. "No, you don't. I can't stop spinning." He dropped another kiss, this time to her inner thigh. "Nothing wrong with spinning." One final tug and another full-body shudder from Lex, and he tossed the toy aside. "I'll catch you, love. I'll always catch you." "Will you?" She traced his jaw. "Even when you're spinning with me?" "Especially then.

— Kit Rocha