My body was still trembling, soaked in sweat and afterglow. She lay next to me, tracing lazy circles on my bare stomach. Her fingers were slow — too slow — like she was savoring the aftermath. "You came so easily for me," she whispered, licking her bottom lip. "I barely touched you." I was still catching my breath when I turned to face her. "And you’re still fully clothed," I said, my voice low, husky, daring. She raised...