I sink into the bed, sated and blissful in my post-orgasmic state.
Reed crawls up my body, my wetness still coating his beard and lips, and it’s so dirty… so erotic, that even after the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I want more. I want him, over and over, until we can’t any longer.
“Are you exhausted?”
He lies down beside me, gathering me in his arms. “Now? Yeah.”
I giggle.
“After a game, especially one like tonight, I’m usually wired. It’s the adrenaline, it takes a long time to wear off. I used to go out with the guys, or find other ways to work off the energy. But… I prefer to work it off this way.”
“I thought I was tired before we got back, now, I’m exhausted. I need to get dressed and get back to my room. I need to repack before we leave tomorrow.”
“Stay? Just for a bit. We can rest our eyes.”
I sigh sleepily. One minute won’t hurt. Then, tomorrow, we’ll be home. And we will go back to pretending that there’s nothing between us.
Easier said than done.