My heart was still pounding, but slowly returned to a normal pace, my breathing slowing as well. I was hot, the sweat seeking escape from between our bodies. Jackson lay motionless, still inside me. His teeth not leaving my shoulder.
My hair clinged to me along with the distinct smell of sex. I needed a shower.
When he finally rolled over to his side of the bed, my body welcomed the breeze of cool air.
My hand drifted to my neck, moving the perspiration down my body to my breast. My nipples still perked and sore from the activities. I circled them with my fingers and continued on. The creamy wetness met my fingers. I swirled it around my clit, a moan escaping my throat. I brought my fingers between my lips and sucked softly.
Caught wet handed, I put my hand down, and I smiled.