Spent and Held

He lies face down on the bed, chest pressed against the sheets, still trembling from everything you gave him. Your hands rest heavy and possessive on his hips, fingers digging in gently as you feel the warmth still pulsing inside him. His body is slick with sweat and slick fluids, open and utterly claimed. You lean close, your breath hot against his skin, savoring how thoroughly spent and soft he’s become under you — and knowing you could go on if you wanted to.