The consultation had begun early in the evening, but before they knew it, much time had passed and it was late at night.
Mika, lying on the bed, looked up tentatively at Ian.
Her hair and clothes were disheveled.
Her breath was still heavy.
Ian spoke while looking at Mika.
'Will you be okay? If it's too much, don't force yourself and tell me.'
'Yes…. I can do it.'
In truth, she wasn't sure if she would be okay.
Mika had answered without hesitation, but even now, she was as out of breath as if she had just finished a full-speed sprint.
It would at least be harder than a moment ago. So, wouldn't it perhaps be overdoing it?
However, her heart wasn't satisfied at all.
A little more.
Mika whispered those words that slipped out unintentionally and gripped Ian's hand.
Once again, Ian's touch reached Mika's body.
Carefully over Mika's exhausted skin.
That tickling movement didn't bring the same pleasure as before, but Mika's body reflexively winced and reacted.
