"Biased? That's a fact, darling," she replies with a heavy affect in her voice on the endearment, though she doesn't hate using it. She also doesn't hate him calling her sweetheart. It makes her feel warm in her chest, and she slides her hands down to gently massage his shoulders as she kisses him again, nuzzling her nose to his when she breaks to speak again.

"'Was?' I thought you were planning on breaking your record tonight." Not that she minds if he's too wiped out after this round. She wasn't kidding about the orgasm.