Sasha lay sprawled across the bed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her body was slick with sweat, limbs trembling from the waves of pleasure that had just wrecked her.
Her mind was foggy, adrift in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
For a moment, all she wanted was to sink into the soft sheets and drift into sleep.
But then, slowly, awareness crept back.
She felt the weight above her—Ross's warm, muscular body still pressing her down, his chest flush against hers.
His arms cradled her gently, his breath brushing against her ear in slow, even puffs. It was comforting… grounding… but then she felt something else.
He was still inside her.
And not just inside—still thick, still hard.
Her eyes fluttered open. She shifted slightly beneath him, and the sensation of his full length still pulsing within her made her gasp softly.
"You…" Her voice came out in a whisper. "You haven't come yet?"
