Chapter 4: Climax
The room was a symphony of soft sighs and the gentle rustling of sheets, the air still heavy with the scent of their lovemaking. Samantha lay on her side, her head propped up on one hand, watching Jack as he slept. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his features softened in slumber. She took a moment to appreciate the lines of his body, the way the sheet draped over his hips, hinting at what lay beneath.
Her body was still humming, a pleasant ache lingering between her thighs. She could feel the sticky evidence of their passion on her skin, a reminder of the intensity of their encounter.
She reached out, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips, a soft smile playing on her lips. Jack stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and he reached up to capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
Samantha chuckled, her fingers tangling in his short brown hair. "Morning," she echoed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're still here."
Jack's eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."
She laughed, a warm sound that filled the room.