For a few seconds, dead silence hung in the air. Then came the scrape of a cardboard box being dragged from the next room, followed by Charles's gruff mumbles. He probably figured the noise had just come from an old, loose shelf that was starting to wear out.
Only when his footsteps faded completely into the distance did all the tension drain out of me in one go.
I collapsed bonelessly against Brian's chest, not an ounce of strength left in my limbs.
A small puddle of dampness had already pooled on the floor in the short time we'd been there.
The air was thick with the warm, heady scent of s*x, heavy with charged, intimate tension.
Once the fevered rush of passion ebbed, we lay side by side on the electric bed.
Even now, his thick, hard length was still pressed against my lower belly
