Paul ejaculated for the last time.
With his head resting on Elena's shoulder, he breathed deeply, feeling the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. In the embrace of their closeness, he couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the tranquil pleasure of the moment.
As he nestled closer to her, he couldn't help but think, 'You are, without a doubt, my favorite sleeping spot.' Her presence was a source of comfort and serenity, a sanctuary where he could find solace and peace.
The soft rhythm of their breaths, the gentle beating of their hearts—it all melded into a soothing lullaby, a symphony of contentment that washed over them. He let go of the world outside, allowing him to be enveloped by the warmth and tenderness that surrounded them.
In that state of bliss, he lost track of time, unsure of when his eyes had gradually closed.
Elena's POV.
