Teárlag may have passed out. She didn't know, other than she couldn't remember anything past his collapsing turn until his flaccid cock had exited her body. He lay there, breathing heavily, holding her slim form against himself, hard and unyielding.

"My Lord Cameron," she whispered, panting, "I've never felt anything so extraordinary in my life. I did not realize. My God, I didn't realize what you were doing. It seemed a torment to be so frustrated, but you were making something amazing, something I could never feel without the intervening frustration." She stretched up to kiss him. "I'll not soon forget this morning."

"Good. Something for us to part on....