Julian groaned again, collapsing slightly against her back, chest heaving. His cock twitched against her thighs, sticky and spent. After a long, shuddering breath, he slowly withdrew, rolling onto his side with a soft sigh.
Annie's body remained stiff beneath the blanket, her lips pressed to the pillow as she willed her breath to remain even. Don't move. Don't react. Pretend it didn't happen.
But deep inside, she could feel the wet mess clinging to her, the forbidden heat still burning in her core. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, ashamed, trembling… and yet a traitorous thought whispered through her mind:
I made him cum.
She buried the thought instantly, forcing her body still, playing the role of the innocent sleeper while his seed cooled between her thighs.
She dared not move. Not yet.
