Chapter 4: Climax
The aftermath of their shared ecstasy hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to hum with the echoes of their cries and moans. John lay sprawled on top of Katrina, his body slick with sweat and her fluids, his cock still buried deep within her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps that matched his own. He didn't want to move, didn't want to break the connection that bound them together, but he knew he had to.
With a soft groan, he rolled off her, his body protesting the loss of her warmth. He lay beside her, his head propped up on one elbow, his eyes tracing the lines of her body.
Katrina lay on her back, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed, her hair damp and matted to her forehead. She looked sated, her eyes closed, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. John reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She turned into his touch, her eyes fluttering open, meeting his gaze.
"You're still here," she whispered, her voice hoarse and soft. He nodded, his hand still resting on her belly, feeling the slight swell that remained. "I couldn't leave, not like this," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." "I'm more than okay, John," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "I just pushed two babies out of my body. I feel...alive. Empowered." He chuckled, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her belly. "I can see that," he said, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. "You're glowing, Kat. You're fucking beautiful." She blushed at his words, her eyes dropping to his hand on her belly.