It was a hot July Thursday and Taylor and Travis had just finished making love for the first time as a couple. Taylor lay on her back, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. Travis, his tall, muscular body glistening with sweat, propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a mixture of tenderness and desire in his green eyes.
"Was it good for you, baby?" Travis murmured, stroking Taylor's cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you want more?"
Taylor bit her lip, feeling shy and exposed. Her exes had never wanted to stick around after sex, always making excuses to leave as soon as they'd finished. She expected Travis to start dressing and make an excuse, but instead, he remained there, his hand gentle on her cheek.
"I—It was amazing," she stammered, her voice hoarse from her passionate cries. "But I thought—I mean, is that it?"
Travis chuckled, his brown hair falling into his eyes as he shook his head. "Oh, baby, we're far from finished. I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed it as much as I did."
Relief flooded Taylor, and she felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the aftermath of her orgasm. "I did. I really, truly did."
"Good," he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. "Because now it's time for round two. But first, I want to take care of you."
Curious, Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Take care of me? What do you mean?"
With a devilish glint in his eye, Travis reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a small, silk bag. He untied the drawstring and pulled out a soft, fluffy cloth, which he proceeded to dip into the water in a nearby glass.
"It's called aftercare, baby," he explained, running the cool, damp cloth gently over Taylor's shoulders and breasts. "It's about tending to your partner's needs after sex. Making sure they're okay, feeling loved, and cared for."
Taylor shivered as the cloth brushed over her sensitive nipples, which were still hard and erect from their previous lovemaking session. "Oh, I see," she said, a moan escaping her throat as Travis continued to tease her with the damp cloth. "And is this aftercare usually so pleasurable?"
"Absolutely," Travis replied, his deep voice rumbling as he trailed the cloth down her stomach, dipping it back into the water to keep it cool. "It's about exploring each other's bodies, drawing out the pleasure, and extending the intimacy."
Taylor whimpered as the cloth reached the triangle of curls between her thighs. She spread her legs instinctively, giving Travis access to her most intimate places. "Please, Travis," she begged, feeling utterly wanton and exposed but loving every second of it. "I need you again."
With a growl, Travis set the cloth aside and positioned himself between Taylor's legs. He kissed her inner thighs, his beard tickling her sensitive skin, before blowing a warm breath onto her swollen pussy lips.
"You taste so fucking good, Taylor," he muttered, planting soft kisses along her slit. "I could eat you out for hours."
And that's exactly what he did. With slow, deliberate licks, Travis devoured Taylor's pussy, circling her clit with his tongue before plunging it deep inside her hole. He sucked and nibbled on her tender flesh, driving her wild with desire.
Taylor writhed beneath him, her hands tangling in his hair as she moaned his name. "Oh, Travis, don't stop! Right there! Please, I'm so close!"
Responding to her plea, Travis increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, flicking it relentlessly as he inserted two fingers into her dripping wet hole. He scissored and curled his fingers, searching for that magical spot that would send her over the edge.
"Travis! I'm cumming!" Taylor cried out, her body arching off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around Travis's fingers as her juices flowed freely, coating his hand and face.
Travis lapped up her sweet nectar, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he continued to pleasure her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and kissed his way back up Taylor's body, nipping at her nipples before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss.
"How do you feel, baby?" he asked, his voice husky and filled with concern.
Taylor smiled dreamily, her body sated and relaxed. "Incredible," she whispered. "But now it's your turn. I want to take care of you too."
A wicked grin spread across Travis's face as he pulled something else from the silk bag—a length of soft silk rope. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this."
Taylor's eyes widened as Travis bound her wrists together above her head, securing the rope to the bedpost. With her body exposed and offered to him, he began his own form of aftercare—a sensual exploration of her body using light touches and soft kisses.
He trailed his fingers down her arms, across her collarbones, and over the curves of her breasts. He nipped at her neck, sucked on her nipples, and teased her belly button with the tip of his tongue. All the while, Taylor squirmed and moaned, the restraint heightening her senses and making her crave his touch even more.
Then, with slow and deliberate movements, Travis kissed his way down to her pussy again. This time, he took his time, licking and sucking at her engorged clit while sliding two fingers into her wet hole. He added a third finger, stretching her, and scissored them apart to find that magic spot again—her G-spot.
As Travis finger-fucked her, Taylor's bound body trembled with pleasure. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, and intensely aroused. "Oh, Travis, I can't take much more! Please, I need you inside me. Now!"
Travis didn't need to be told twice. He swiftly untied Taylor's wrists and positioned himself at her entrance, his thick, hard cock pulsing with anticipation. With one smooth thrust, he sank into her, filling her up and stretching her to accommodate his size.
"Fuck, Taylor, you feel so damn tight," he groaned, grasping her hips as he began to move in and out of her with long, deep strokes.
Taylor met his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist and rocking her hips to take him even deeper. "Yes, Travis! Harder! Give it to me harder!"
Travis obliged, slamming into her with forceful thrusts that sent the bed knocking against the wall. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, along with their moans and cries of pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum, baby!" Travis grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he teetered on the edge. "Where do you want my load?"
"Inside me," Taylor panted, scratching his back with her nails as she neared her own climax. "I want to feel you explode deep inside me."
With a roar, Travis unleashed his seed, spurting hot streams of cum into Taylor's waiting pussy. Feeling her walls clenching around him, milking his cock for every last drop, pushed Travis over the edge. His body shuddered as he emptied himself inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Collapsing onto the bed, Travis pulled Taylor close, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together. They shared a tender kiss, their hearts beating wildly as they reveled in the intensity of their lovemaking.
"That," Taylor said, snuggling into Travis's strong embrace, "was the best aftercare I could have ever imagined."
Travis chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "We're not done yet, baby. There's plenty more where that came from."
And as the sun set on that hot July day, Taylor and Travis embarked on another round of passionate lovemaking, exploring each other's bodies and discovering new depths of pleasure together. The introduction to aftercare had left Taylor craving more, and Travis was more than happy to oblige, showing her just how incredible sex could be when it was followed by tender care and affectionate exploration.
A/n what was supposed to be an aftercare story turned into something else. My brain got carried away way. My bad.
