Chloe’s pov

We stayed tangled in the dark exactly like that, her weight still half on top of me, legs hooked around mine, skin sticky where our cunts had rubbed together.

The air in the guest room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint leftover wine on our breath.

Elena’s forehead rested against mine for a long time after the last tremor left her body. Neither of us moved to clean up or pull the sheet over our naked skin.

My tank was still shoved up under my arms and my shorts lay somewhere on the floor.

Her bare tits rose and fell against my chest with every slow...