Nita lay naked beside me, her head resting on my chest, and I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing against my skin. Her heartbeat thumped steadily, each pulse reminding me that she was real, alive, and right here with me.
The warmth of her body, the slight tremor of post-orgasmic bliss, made me marvel at her, at the woman who had once been distant and guarded and now allowed herself to be so open and trusting. Her hand lazily traced circles on my chest, fingers grazing over the muscles I had worked so hard to maintain.
"That was… beautiful," she murmured as she lifted her head slightly to meet my gaze. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction and mischief. "Wanna go again?" There was a teasing edge to her tone, one that had me laughing and groaning at the same time.
