Jake moves off me and flops down on his back, his skin damp with perspiration much like mine. There's a subtle smell of male sweat which only turns me on more, proof of his exertion in the last few hours erupting in multiple orgasms.
"Told you the second time would be slow." He grins at me but I'm too tired to move. I feel like I've just run a marathon. My breathing is labored and my body tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The clock on the bedside tells me it's almost 5.00 a.m. and we've been awake since we got home just before two.
"We will never get up for work." I laugh. If I fall asleep now, I won't get up for hours. He's exhausted me again, despite my long office nap.
"That's okay, because we're not going." He points out, his eyes coming to rest on mine.
"Why?" This sla
