The first time

I never enjoyed it like the first time, he was so attached to me and he was given to me as if he had become an integral part of me. We ended with a trembling moan from my larynx, and when everything fell into a strange calm and part of my body relaxed and they stopped working, he slowly crawled into my arms, pressed his hot body to me, who was unconscious from this physical activity, and pointed with his finger. He put his hand on my chest hair, suddenly shook his head and looked at me from above my eyes. I saw in the dark and light of the room that he blinked. I'm so tired, I can sleep, just leave it for tomorrow, oh, I must have fallen asleep, neither the next day nor anything else. We have not talked about that night. I think honestly every time we play love I do not want to say that something is wrong, not everything is good, but there is always something vacant in the middle of work I ask what I am sure I have tasted only for the first time and now there is a deep disillusionment in our relationship.