Yes

Just as the first spasm of release flickered in your gut, the memory of her warning flashed through your mind. You didn't let the momentum carry you into a mistake, instead gripping her waist and wrenching yourself out of her in one sudden, fluid motion. The separation was a sharp, wet pop that left her gasping and clutching at the velvet, her body still twitching from the phantom sensation of your fullness. You didn't pause to let her recover, instead positioning yourself over her trembling midsection.

With a final, guttural groan, you let your release explode. Thick, hot ropes of semen arched across her pale stomach, the white fluid stark and glistening against the deep red of the couch. You watched the load splatter across her skin, some of it trailing down toward the waistband of her champagne silk, a visceral mark of your possession. The heat of the spray seemed to linger in the cool air of the room, the scent of musk and salt mixing with the lingering aroma of tobacco and expensive leather.

Maya lay there, her chest heaving in erratic bursts, her gaze fixed on the mess you had left on her skin. She didn't move to wipe it away, instead savoring the heavy, exhausted silence that settled between you. You looked down at her, seeing the glazed look in her eyes and the way her lips remained parted in a silent, satisfied ache. You slowly retracted your body, the adrenaline fading into a heavy, satisfied lethargy that pinned you both to the velvet.