Xavier woke up to the warm weight of Seraphina lying on top of him.
The room still smelled like sex. The sheets were a mess, pushed halfway off the bed. His back and hips were sore in a way that only came from hours of nonstop fucking. When he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, he realized why he felt so warm—Seraphina was still straddling him, completely naked, her chest pressed against his, her breath soft against his neck.
And his cock was still inside her.
She had fallen asleep with him still buried deep inside, her body curled around him like she refused to let him go even in her sleep. Her pussy felt warm and soft around him, still holding him, still lightly squeezing whenever she shifted in her sleep.
He rested his hand on her waist and she stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered before she finally opened her eyes. She looked down, saw their position, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"…we really knocked each other out," she whispered, voice raspy from moaning all night.
