As I lay there catching my breath, she slipped off the bed, tying her robe loosely around her waist. Her cheeks were still flushed, her smile warm and satisfied as she leaned down to brush a soft kiss against my lips. “That was… everything,” she whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and affection.
From the corner, he stood, stretching slightly, and as he moved, she caught sight of the unmistakable evidence of his satisfaction. Her eyes flicked to the damp patch on his trousers, and she smirked, shaking her head teasingly. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” she said, her tone light and playful.
He chuckled, entirely unbothered, and ran a hand through his hair. “Watching you two was more than enough,” he replied casually, his gaze still warm with approval. “I’ll grab us some fresh coffee.”
As he left the room, she turned back to me, her fingers brushing against my chest. “Guess we really gave him a show,” she murmured with a wicked smile, leaning in for one last kiss. Her touch lingered as we both smiled, the weight of the morning’s intimacy clear between us, knowing it was an experience none of us would forget. |