Junior lay on his back, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Elena's body was draped over his, her warmth seeping into him as she rested her head on his shoulder. The air around them still crackled with the residual heat of their passion, the scent of sweat and desire mingling in the humid air. He could feel her heartbeat against his, a steady rhythm that matched his own. For a moment, they simply existed together, their bodies intertwined in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.
But Elena was not one to stay still for long. Her fingers began to trace lazy patterns on his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She lifted her head, her eyes dark with need as she looked at him. "Junior," she murmured, her voice low and husky, "I'm not done with you yet."
