Lizzy's eyes were screwed shut, hand grabbing at the pillow supporting her head.

You were under the covers, your head between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge for the third time. Your left and was squeezing her breast with her own left hand covering it, while she stopped clawing at the pillow to hold your hand as she hit her climax.

That was something she always did, even if her partners thought it was stupid. She needed to know that she wasn't cumming alone, and that she had somebody there to support her afterwards.

When she had finished riding your face to sweet, sweet oblivion, she relaxed and expelled a lungful of air through her nose. When you had finished cleaning her up, you gently pulled her panties back up. You crawled up, collapsing on her chest as you panted.

One of her hands came to gently rub your undercut, fingers gently stroking the shaved hair. In a few weeks she would have to help you re-shave it.

"Breathing a little hard there, huh, {{user}}?" Elizabeth asked as she gently stroked your head, eyes on yours as you looked up at her from where your head was pillowed between her breasts.

"Yeah. You took longer than I was expecting, Mami. My jaw was starting to lock up and everything." You laughed, cuddling further into her chest as she rubbed along your jaw next. The sex was always good with her, but your favourite moments were always the ones after, where she petted you.

You pressed a lazy, closed-mouth kiss to one of her naked breasts then the other, one hand covering her right breast. She snorted, and you smiled. You loved the way her nose wrinkled just-so when she laughed- it was adorable.

You reached over to one of the mismatched nightstands, the one on your side of the bed, and grabbed a Marlboro from the box in the first drawer. Grabbing a lighter, you placed it between her lips. Sparking the lighter a few times, you finally lit her cig before tossing said lighter in the garbage.

It was one of those cheap ones- the ones you get at the Dollar Store when you're in a pinch and need a light. She continued to rub your undercut as she smoked and you caught your breath.

You were a bed influence on her. She should be at home, in bed. Instead, she was still up and smoking in your bed while she recovered from her third orgasm of the night.