Rachel was still shivering, her thighs trembling faintly, chest heaving as though she'd run a great distance. She lay there flushed and undone, red hair clinging wet to her temples, her bra strained tight against her breasts. Her lips parted around soft, broken sounds as if each breath were a confession of how far I had taken her.
I rose up slowly, the taste of her still thick on my tongue, the scent of her release heavy in the air. My face was damp, my chin slick from her orgasm, and I wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand as my eyes locked onto hers. She looked utterly ruined, her green eyes hazy, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
