The orgasm finally begins to wane, leaving them both breathless and sated. Luna rolls onto her side, still wrapped around you, and presses a soft kiss to your jaw. "Thank you," she whispers, eyes shining with emotion. "That was...perfect."
Her hand slides between your bodies, tracing circles over your stomach before coming to rest on your hip, holding you close as you both drift off into a contented sleep.
She kissed me long and sensually.
The night passes, each of you lost in dreams that are both sweet and sinful. As morning light begins to filter through the curtains, Luna stirs awake, stretching languidly beneath the covers. Her hand finds its way to your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she studies your face in the dim light.
"Caine?" she whispers softly, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Are you awake?"