The sun was high in the sky, casting its golden rays through the windows, when Jerrick finally let her go, his own desires satiated.
Jessamyn nuzzled closer to his chest, her breath warm against his skin as she gently traced her fingers along the contours of his muscles, now glistening with perspiration. Each touch sent a lingering warmth through her fingertips, a reminder of the passion they had just shared.
"I wonder…" she murmured, her voice trailing off as her fingers stopped at the neat curve of his biceps, admiring the strength and beauty of his form.
The entire morning had been a whirlwind of desire and fulfillment. Jerrick had found endlessly creative ways to touch her, to draw out her deepest desires and satiate them completely.
