The room was hazy with the light of early morning, just the softest glow bleeding in through the blinds. A muffled sound broke the silence; Sam's phone alarm in the distant and insistent, from somewhere else in the apartment. He stirred, blinking awake, groaning softly at the interruption.
But the moment he shifted, he felt it. The warm, heavy weight of Selena's body still draped across his, their skin slick with the remnants of the night before. Her head was tucked under his chin, her hair messy against his chest, her thighs straddling his hips.
And he was still inside her.
Sam's breath caught.
His hands moved instinctively to her hips, fingers curling against the soft curves. She was warm, soft, and still snug around him even in sleep. A low, involuntary groan rumbled from his throat as his body reacted faster than his brain could.
He gave a tentative roll of his hips, just enough to feel her shift, her inner muscles clenching faintly.
