Erin kissed Cassie’s temple as she recovered, and Cassie bit the inside of her cheek to tamp down the goofy smile threatening to take over her face. She was always silly and pliable after sex. Erin climbed off her, but it took Cassie a few breaths to remember to move. When they were seated upright, she leaned over for a kiss. Then put her bra back on and stole another. Erin smiled. “That was nice.” “Definitely,” Cassie said, pulling her shirt over her head. “Next time I gotta get at your tits, though.” Shit. Next time. She should never be allowed to talk this soon after orgasm.
