Elena lay collapsed back against the bed sheet the moment her climax ebbed, her chest rising and falling in frantic, uneven waves. Her skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, her hair clinging in damp strands to her temples, lips parted as she gasped incoherent little sounds—half-whimpers, half-sighs—her throat still raw from the way she'd moaned. I felt my own body shaking in the aftermath, the final throbs of release leaving me drained but restless at the same time.
I had good stamina, but even I wasn't an inexhaustible machine. That orgasm had torn through me, leaving a hollowed weakness in my thighs and yet, absurdly, a stirring insistence that I could get hard again just from watching the state she was in. Her disheveled, trembling form, the mess between her legs—God, it lit a fuse inside me all over again. My cock twitched beneath my pants the moment I pulled them back on, and I had to steady myself, clenching my jaw so I wouldn't simply drag her open again without pause.
