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Knowing that my touch-phobic stepbrother not only wanted to touch me, but was actively seeking me out, sent me flying toward my release. The entire world melted away as I emptied my load, and what felt like my soul, into the condom.
I collapsed on Graham as the last of my orgasm tore through me. When I was finally able to think again, we lay on the bed in a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and loud, panting breaths.
“Shit,” he muttered, his voice hollow.
“You’re okay, G.” I slipped my arms under him and held him close. “Just breathe. Shhhh.” I rolled us onto our sides so I didn’t crush him and he didn’t feel trapped.
“What’s…happening.” His teeth chattered. He was shaking and his skin was cold.
“You’re okay. I’m here.” I took a chance and kissed his neck. He pressed into the touch. I did it again. “I’ve got you. Just relax and let it pass.”
“I don’t…”
“You’re fine. I promise. I’m right here. Take a deep breath for me.”
He did. I counted to three.
“Now let it out.”
I coached him through a few more breaths. The shaking stopped.
“Good boy.” I kissed his neck again. “You were so good, G. So good.”
He mewled like a cat and melted against me.
I kept whispering in his ear. His body warmed, and the shaking subsided. I felt the moment he came back to reality. He tensed and made a strange sound, like a groan mixed with a cry of protest.
I let him go and rolled away from him.
“What the fuck was that?” He flopped onto his back and stared at me, his eyes wide with both fear and satisfaction.
“Subdrop.”
“The fuck is subdrop?”
“It’s a catchall term for the crash that happens after intense sex.” I pulled off the condom and tied it off. “There’s something called subspace. Have you heard of it?”
“Yeah, but I thought that happened when you did BDSM stuff. Like got whipped or zapped or whatever.”
“Zapped?” I quirked my eyebrow at him.
“I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m notthatkind of kinky. But we didn’t do any of that stuff.”
“Subspace just means you got out of your head and fully let yourself go. Like when you give in to the pleasure and the moment and forget to be an overthinking brat.”
He gave me a flat look. “Subtle.”
“What? I didn’t say you specifically were acting like an overthinking brat.”
“You didn’t need to. But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Subdrop is what happens after the sex is over. When your body is regulating itself from the adrenaline and orgasm. It’s a normal physiological response.”
He bit his lip. “Does that happen a lot?”
“With my partners?”
He nodded, his eyes clouding.
