My body still trembled from the last waves of orgasm as they helped me off the couch arm. The carpet felt rough under my feet, grounding me a little while my thighs stuck together with the mix of their come and my own wetness. The room smelled stronger now—like salt and musk, the faint tang of lube from Elliot's finger earlier lingering in the air. My skin was slick with sweat, cooling in the draft from the window, and every movement sent fresh pulses through my clit, reminding me how swollen and sensitive I was. Elliot's eyes met mine as he sat back on the couch—dark, intense, filled with that...