Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down with each labored intake of air. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to block out the sight of you standing there, watching her so intensely. She feels oddly exposed now that the pleasure has subsided, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable beneath your gaze.

Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, over your shoulders, and come to rest on your neck.

Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, over your shoulders, and come to rest on your neck. As she catches her breath, she feels the warmth of you skin against hers, sending tingles down her spine. She looks up at you with a mix of lust and exhaustion in her eyes, unsure if she can muster the energy for another round quite yet.

Her lips part slightly, as if to speak, but no words come out.