Getting creampied, Sophie collapsed gently onto his chest, careful not to jostle his injured hand.
Their bodies were still joined, his softening cock nestled warmly inside her as they both caught their breath.
The room smelled of sex, olive oil, and their mingled scents. Stan wrapped his arm around her back, holding her close while his fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine.
"Stay inside me a little longer," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, voice low and sated. He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. "That was… incredible. You're incredible, Sophie."
She smiled against his skin, a warm flush of happiness blooming in her chest. They stayed like that for a long while, connected, breathing together, hearts slowing in sync.
