George was counting his wife's peaks and monitoring her body with much care, so this time when she came down from her high place and her whole body seemed to relax, he thought that she was so tired that she fell asleep.
He shuffled his body back to the upper part of the bed and pulled her closer, his nerves couldn't take the silence anymore.
"…Baby, are you asleep?" George spoke in whispers.
Cynthia ever so lightly turned her head to the left and then to the right and then she planted a small kiss on her husband's bare chest.
"How are you feeling?" There was an edge of concern for her in his voice. But he immediately felt better when he sensed her smile being drawn on his skin.
"It was really good," she said with mischievous feminine humor, knowing all too well that this wasn't what he was concerned about.
"Darling," he pleaded with her for his sanity.
