The wild, pulsing night had passed in a blur, the chaos of the club fading into a haze of pleasure and wine as Sonny and I collapsed into each other's arms, exhausted from the rush of our orgasms. Now, the silent morning crept in, soft light filtering through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow across the private room.
The muffled thump of the DJ's music was gone, replaced by the gentle chirping of birds outside, a quiet reminder that the world was waking up. The large bed, its dark sheets tangled around us, felt like a cocoon, my naked body pressed against Sonny's, our skin warm and entwined. My long dark hair spilled across the pillows, my boobs pressed on his chest.
