As our breathing subsided, our lips met again in soft, tender kisses – kisses of longing fulfilled, of deepest gratitude shared, and yes, in some way, of love. We broke the kiss, and she raised her head, looking into my eyes. We said nothing for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. I could see her eyes moisten a little, and finally she whispered, “Thank you, Paul…God, that was so wonderful. Thank you for being with me…and for saving me.” I brushed the hair from her face, letting my fingers move to her lips. “Annie…thank you. You’ve given me a gift that I’ll remember as long as I live. It sounds corny…but…I feel like a man now…because of you.” She laughed and bit my fingers playfully. “Oh Paul…you were a man long before tonight. You showed me that you’re a man the way you made me laugh when I was down…the way you made me feel attractive and wanted when I wasn’t feeling good about myself. And yes, when you came in and stopped that bastard. I wanted to make love with you because you’re the man that you are, not to make you the man that you are. You did that all by yourself.”
We kissed again, lovingly, passionately. My semi-hard cock slipped from her slick pussy and we rolled over onto our sides, holding each other. “Oh, and Paul?” she said, pulling herself up to whisper in my ear and taking my cock into her hand, giving it a squeeze, “I really loved feeling your cock get hard against me back when we danced and I absolutely loved seeing the bulge in your shorts before I fell asleep in the living room.” She started giggling, and I didn’t know what to say. I was embarrassed, that’s for sure. And yet, at the same time, it was so fucking…cool!