Nathan stayed inside Freja for several long breaths after the last pulse of his orgasm faded, his hands still gripping her hips as if anchoring himself. Her inner walls twitched around him in faint, trembling aftershocks, each pulse making him feel the wet heat he'd poured deep into her womb. Only when her spasms softened and her body slackened fully did he finally loosen his hold.
He exhaled, chest rising and falling with heavy satisfaction, and slowly pulled back. Her pussy clung to him even in unconscious reflex, milking him as he withdrew until the final slick pop freed him.
Freja's legs immediately went limp.
Her calves slid down the sides of his hips, then hung off the edge of the bed, her feet touching the ground without strength, ankles loose, toes barely curled. Most of her upper body remained sprawled across the bed—arms slack, hair messy and damp, her gray stola clinging transparently to her sweat-soaked skin.
