Some time had passed, and the fire in the room had finally died down, leaving behind a heavy, quiet stillness.
Darkness had engulfed the room, wrapping everything in the peaceful silence of night.
Jake lay naked on the luxurious bed, his body completely relaxed, while Grace rested quietly against his side.
One of her legs was hooked over his, and her breathing had finally slowed, though her hand continued a slow, steady rhythm around his hardened cock.
The sheets were a tangled mess around them, a silent testament to what had come before.
His arm was tucked under her head, his other hand resting on her breast, his thumb tracing slow, idle circles across her skin.
When he caught her nipple between his fingers, Grace let out a small, shaky sound, as a faint shiver running through her.
Jake smiled.
He wasn't trying to start something again... at least, not yet.
"That's all that happened," Jake said, his voice low in the quiet room.
