Time didn't exist in this room.
Only him.
His heartbeat was a steady, strong drum beneath my ear, a testament to his vitality even after the exertion. His fingers traced slow, idle, almost absent patterns down the curve of my spine, over the bumps of my vertebrae. Each pass sent fresh shivers through my oversensitive skin. I was still sprawled across him, still connected, still *his*—our bodies reluctant to separate even as the last aftershocks faded.
Then I felt it.
The subtle but unmistakable shift beneath me. The way his cock, still nestled within me, twitched. Then, impossibly, began to harden again. It was a slow, thickening resurgence against the tender, well-used flesh inside me, despite the sweat cooling on our skin, despite the exhaustion, despite everything we'd just taken from each other.
I lifted my head, a heavy effort, and met his gaze.
