Orgasm is good. I mean it's fucking good and trust me once you start getting it, there is no coming back and it's even better when it's your husband you make you come.

I looked at sol he is still smiling, looking at me like plans to eat me alive. He shifted, moving to lie beside me. The mattress dipped with his weight, a familiar, comforting presence. He propped himself up on an elbow, his free hand coming to rest on my stomach, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my sweat-slicked skin. The coloured lights swirled around us, painting his handsome face in shades of violet and sapphire. He looked like a fallen angel who had decided to stick around for a while.