Another Orgasm

Alex noticed, his grin widening, and he propped himself up further, resting his chin in his hand as if studying her.

"Caught your breath yet?" he asked, voice low, teasing again, his eyes flicking over her like he already knew the answer.

Syrla rolled her eyes, a small gesture, but it took effort, and she let her head tip back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling's rough beams.

"Give me a minute," she muttered, her tone dry, though a faint smile tugged at her lips, betraying her amusement.

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound, and slid closer, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled beside her.

His hand rested lightly on her thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns, not pushing, just there, a quiet reminder of what had just happened.

She didn't pull away, letting the touch ground her, her heartbeat finally slowing to something steady.