The room was still thick with heat as they straightened their clothes, the scent of sweat, sex, and laundry detergent lingering faintly in the air. Selena tugged at her tank top, pulling the strap up over her shoulder and beginning to fix the hem where it had been bunched under her breasts. But Sam stopped her.
"No," he murmured, his voice still rough, breath hot against her temple. He cupped her breast in one hand and kissed it slowly, mouth closing around the peak for one last moment of indulgence. Then, with a quiet sigh, he gently smoothed her shirt down, covering her again like it was a sacred act. She watched him, her lips parted slightly, heart still thudding as she breathed him in.
She reached for her hoodie and pulled it on, arms moving sluggishly like she was wading through molasses. Her thighs were still slick. She could feel the slow, warm drip of his release trailing down her skin in lazy streaks, hidden beneath the fabric of her mini shirt.
