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 exertions 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 is tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The clock on the bedside ...