The sheer, staggering climax left Mariella weak and boneless against the cold concrete wall. She slid slowly down Paul’s body until her trembling legs barely managed to find the floor. Her chest rose and fell in erratic waves, breath catching somewhere between disbelief and delirium.
Paul didn’t move right away. He stayed close, holding her steady, his breathing heavy and uneven. The silence between them was thick, alive, with the scent of sweat, s*x, and something dangerously close to satisfaction.
After a long, dizzying moment, he finally pulled out, slow and deliberate. Mariella’s knees almost gave out, and Paul caught her by the waist before she could collapse completely.
“You’re going to pass out,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low, gravelly, and mindful of the thin walls.
