The ceiling fan spun lazy circles above us, pushing warm air across sweat-damp skin. Ethan was still inside me, softening slowly, his forehead pressed to my collarbone like he was trying to memorize the taste of my skin.
I could feel his pulse in his c**k, fluttering against my walls in little aftershocks that matched the throb between my legs. c*m oozed out around him, soaking the sheets beneath my ass. I didn’t care. Let the mattress drink us in.
I traced a lazy circle on his shoulder blade. “You still breathing, baby?”
He huffed a laugh, shaky and raw. “Think so. Might need CPR in a minute.”
I clenched around him on purpose, just to watch his hips jerk. “You’ll live.”
He lifted his head, eyes glassy, lips swollen from my mouth and my p***y. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel l
