I finished fastening the zipper on my pants, the faint scent of sweat, saliva, and our cum still heavy in the air. As I reached for my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders, Lyra stepped in front of me, completely naked.
She didn't say a word at first, just moved closer, her hands reaching up to gently grasp the collar of my shirt. Her touch was soft but deliberate.
"Let me," she murmured, her voice low and intimate, her eyes locking with mine.
"Sure thing, babe," I replied, unable to hide the smirk tugging at my lips.
She carefully tugged the edges of my shirt together, buttoning it with a focus that felt almost tender. When she was done, she reached for my coat, stepping around me to drape it over my shoulders. Her fingers brushed against my arms as she adjusted it, the smallest of touches sparking something between us.