Aiden rested his head back against the ornate wooden headboard of the single four-poster bed, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.
Mira was curled against his side like she belonged there, her head resting right over his steady heartbeat, one arm draped possessively across his chest while her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin. Her massive breasts pressed softly against him, the white thigh-high stockings still on, the pink-and-white gingham skirt bunched up around her waist.
Her fingers kept gently combing through the white strands of his hair as she listened to the rhythmic thump of his heart, her breath warm and steady against his chest. The short pleated skirt had ridden all the way up, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her thick thighs, but she made no move to pull it down. She was content just to be close to him, her body still trembling faintly from the multiple orgasms he'd given her.
