** Harper **
When Eli was finally finished with her, moving back up from between her legs after licking her clean, Harper was boneless. She draped over him limply like noodles as he scooped her up from the sofa, rearranging their bodies so that she was cradled in his arms, her back against his chest.
For a few breathless minutes, neither of them moved again or spoke. But there was no need to put anything into words. The sound of their uneven inhales and exhales, the scent of sweat and other body fluids hanging in the air, and the thrashing pulses of their heartbeats said more than enough. Harper let herself relax into the intimate silence as her body and mind slowly drifted down, returning to reality. Only then did she realize that Eli was slowly stroking her hair, in a seemingly casual but unmistakably endearing way that felt almost dreamlike.
