The afternoon light had shifted, turning warmer, heavier, the kind that makes everything feel slow and syrupy. We stayed tangled like that for what felt like forever—his chest pressed to my back, breath steady against my neck, one thick arm draped over me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. His c**k, soft now but still heavy, rested in the cleft of my ass, slick with what we’d left behind. Every small shift of our bodies made a faint, wet sound, a reminder that he was still leaking out of me in lazy trickles.
I could feel my own heartbeat everywhere—throat, wrists, between my legs where I was tender and swollen. My hole fluttered weakly around nothing, already missing the stretch, already greedy again. His hand stayed splayed low on my stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns throug
