Chapter 44

They lay silently for an indeterminable amount of time, each of them struggling for breath. Anissa buried her nose in the crook of his neck and held him close. She knew it was foolish but she almost felt as if he would disappear, leaving her back in the box at the mercy of another vision. Surely nothing this devastating could possibly have been real.

"Anissa?" Finally, David spoke. He lifted his chest away and she missed it immediately. She wound her arms around his waist to hold his lower body in place - keeping his penis where it belonged - deep inside her. He didn't shift his hips at all. Perhaps he was enjoying the continued contact as well. Instead, he brushed the damp tangled strands of her hair away from her face with gentle fingers. Fingers - she noticed with a flutter of feminine pride - that were trembling ever so slightly. "Anissa, honey, are you okay?"