Cale kept his arms locked around Emma's waist, his palms cupping her breasts in slow, possessive squeezes while they lay tangled together.
Their breathing gradually evened out, yet his cock stayed buried inside her, half-hard and twitching with every tiny shift of her hips.
He nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing lazy kisses along her damp skin, tasting salt and the faint trace of her perfume.
Every few minutes she gave a sleepy squeeze around him, and his fingers answered by pinching her nipples just enough to make her breath hitch. They stayed like that for nearly an hour, bodies glued with sweat and drying cum, the room quiet except for the occasional soft moan when one of them moved.
Emma suddenly pushed up on one elbow.
"What happened?" Cale asked, voice still husky.
Without answering she swung a leg over and straddled him again, her slick folds sliding along his already rigid length.
