She's reluctant to clamber off him, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed up against hers, and the fullness of his cock still pressed inside her, but she knows they can't stay like this forever. Sighing, she pushes up and slides off him, grumbling a little as she rolls over onto her back and stretches out across the bed.

"I'll wake you up with one," she promises, grinning. "Go get me a washcloth? I'm all sticky." She flutters her lashes at him in lieu of saying please, wanting to see how much he'll let her get away with.