Bathroom break

ACCALIA'S POV

“Fuck,” I heard him say hoarsely, as his eyes rolled back in his head. He collapsed forward, resting his forehead against mine as he struggled to regain his breathing.

My limbs felt heavy. My muscles sore and my brain fuzzy. I wasn't quite sure how I felt, other than relieved.

Finally,

I felt Don lift himself off my legs, and he sat back on the ground beside me. His hair was mussed, his lips bruised, and there was a slight sheen of perspiration covering his flesh. He looked exhausted, but pleased at the same time.

He soon dozed off, snoring lightly next to me. I lay there, watching his chest rising and falling gently.

I wanted to curl closer to him but couldn't get rid of the pins and needles still running up and down my spine from the aftermath of my orgasm.

It didn't help that my body ached like mad. I was still trembling, my skin damp from my own sweat.

I smiled as I reached out and ran my finger through the dark curls atop his head, admiring how soft they wer