Aftercare

I collapsed onto the bed face-first, trembling, my legs refusing to work.

Ethan stayed pressed against me for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside, twitching gently with the last lazy pulses of his orgasm.

His chest rose and fell against my back, both of us struggling for breath, the room filled with nothing but the sound of our pounding hearts and the faint creak of the mattress.

Slowly, so carefully, he eased himself out of me.

I whimpered at the emptiness, a shiver running down my spine.

Sticky warmth immediately began to drip down my thighs — his cum, thick and hot, leaking from my stretched, throbbing pussy.

I rolled onto my side with a soft sigh, too blissed-out to care about the mess.

Ethan hovered for a second, his expression shifting — the cocky smirk gone, replaced with something almost ****.

He reached out and brushed the sweaty hair from my forehead with the back of his fingers.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

I nodded, smiling up at him dreamily.

"Yeah... more than okay."

He leaned down and kissed me — not rough or greedy this time, but slow, sweet, lingering.

His tongue flicked gently against mine, tasting me, savoring me.

When he pulled back, he grabbed the edge of the comforter and tugged it over both of us, cocooning our tangled bodies in warmth.

He pulled me against his chest, tucking my head under his chin. His arms wrapped around me tightly, one hand stroking slow, lazy circles over my lower back.

I melted into him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against my cheek, feeling the way his hand traced the curve of my spine, down to the swell of my ass, and back up again.

"You were amazing," he murmured, his lips brushing my temple.

I smiled, snuggling closer, my thighs still sticky, my pussy still sore in the most delicious way.

I felt... claimed. Wanted. Cherished.

I thought about the journal still lying open on the coffee table, the faint shimmer I'd noticed earlier.

Had I wished for this?

Or had it wished for me?

But I didn’t care right now.

Right now, I was wrapped in strong arms, my body humming with satisfaction, and the boy I thought I’d never have was here — real, solid, holding me like I was precious.

My eyes fluttered closed, his scent — soap, skin, and sex — filling my nose as sleep tugged at me.

Before I drifted off completely, I felt Ethan’s lips press one last kiss against the top of my head.

"Mine," he whispered.

And I smiled as darkness took me.