Kasteil took a slow gulp of water, then pulled me closer and kissed me deeply. He fed me the cool liquid from his own mouth in gentle sips, his thumb brushing tenderly over my jaw. I swallowed gratefully, too worn out to do much else.
We had been going at it for hours. I had lost track of time and how many rounds we'd done. At this point it felt like a delirious race to finish every last condom in the box. My body was utterly spent — muscles aching, skin marked with bites and fingerprints, throat raw from moaning. I didn't think I could come again even if I wanted to.
Kasteil finally let me rest, collapsing beside me on the bed with a tired exhale. For a moment we just lay there in comfortable silence, breathing together. Then he stood up.
Where is he going now? More condoms?
I sat up quickly, only to see him walking into the bathroom. Relief washed over me and I flopped back down, boneless. I had loved every second, but another round might actually kill me.
