Breathe

Untangling their bodies, Ethan and Layla lay there, panting, trying to catch their respective breaths. Both of them are covered in sweat and cum, neither exclusively their own.

"Ethan..." Layla seems to catch hers first, "That was..."

Ethan wordlessly responds, turning and kissing her pressing himself against her sweat-coated skin. She returns the kiss, embracing him, quivering in his arms. After a moment their lips part, but remain so close they can taste each other's breath.

Thunder rolls in the distance, their embrace lasting the night.