For a minute, there was no sound or movement save from the moving water outside.
The harbor's low, rhythmic lap against the pier filled the quiet room. Floodlights painted slow green and white bars across the ceiling and the tangled sheets. Lila lay draped over Noah's chest, her cheek sticky against his skin, one thigh hooked over his hip. Their breathing had slowed from the earlier frenzy into something deeper, almost synchronized. Sweat cooled on their bodies. The faint, musky scent of sex hung in the air. Noah's arms rested loosely around her waist, fingers tracing idle circles at the small of her back. His cock, still half-hard and slick against her lower belly, twitched once with residual sensitivity but otherwise stayed quiet.
Lila shifted first.
