At least she remembered to flex her muscles a bit, and he groaned again, a jagged little groan, moving inside of her just slightly.
Then he collapsed on top of her, as spent as she was, and she smiled dazedly, wrapping her arms around him, loving everything about the moment—his weight against her, the feeling of him still inside of her, and the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and peace that seemed to envelop her.
Everything was perfect, at least for that moment.
Closing her eyes, she wished that perfect moment could go on forever.
Ethan must have nodded off for a few minutes. When he woke up, he was momentaril
y surprised to find a naked woman in his arms.
Willow tilted her head back to look at him and she smiled faintly. “There you are. I wasn’t going to let you sleep much longer.”
“Sorry. How long was I out?”
“Not long, maybe ten minutes.”
Oh good. No hurry then.
He sighed, wrapping both arms around her and lightly squeezing her. She happily squeezed him right back, tenderly brushing her lips across his chest.
“That was nice,” she informed him.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, tucking a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. “Very nice.”
Leaving several more kisses across his chest, she paused when she got to a nipple, then she took it between her teeth and bit down.
Growling a little, Ethan tugged her up closer to his face. “If you keep that up, I’m going to want an encore performance.”
She grinned at him, resting her arms on his chest, then resting her chin on her arms and looked up at him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. We have a lot of condoms, so….”
Ethan shook his head, but smiled indulgently. “You…I don’t know what to make of you, I swear.”
“You know, we could take a shower before you have to go. We might even be able to squeeze in that encore round,” she suggested.
Sighing, he replied, “You would tease me with shower sex.”
“Nope, not teasing. Totally willing to follow through.” She pointed to the door past her dresser. “Shower’s right in there, I’m ready when you are.”
Lightly brushing his thumb across her cheek, he said, “As much as I love you for offering—” He stopped, realizing what he said. “I meant—”
“I know what you meant,” she interrupted. “Proceed.”
“I can’t go home with wet hair, smelling like soap or shampoo that we don’t use.”
“Ah,” she said, nodding a little. “I hadn’t considered that.” Then she shrugged, moving off of his chest and curling up in the crook of his arm. “Oh well, I offered.”
“Sorry,” he murmured.
She shrugged a little, resting one of her hands on his chest. “Can I ask you something? I don't want to make you mad though, I'm not judging or anything.”
His gaze dropped to her shoulder, and he began lightly dragging his finger in little circles on her upper arm. “Sure.”
"Do you feel guilty, being here like this, with me?"
Smiling a little dryly, he said, "When I think about it."
Dipping her head, she murmured, "Sorry."