Aylin had no way to describe how she felt.
She had no descriptions for the intensity with which the orgasmic throes had hit her. Or for the way her mind had been robbed of all cognitive thinking ability and how almost all coherent thought had been replaced with a constant state of euphoria.
It all just felt better than she had ever thought it would.
She had had a few private moments with Caius before now. One even went further than just kissing and Aylin had always believed that how good that felt was merely a tease for so much more. She now knew that she was more right than her brain could have possibly even thought up.
It didn't just feel good, it felt fulfilling. Raising her face toward the ceiling to open her mouth and let out a stream of pleasure moans and groans often interspersed with affirmations of what she was experiencing, was almost a religious experience with how much every part of her being was participating in the moment.
