Albie could still feel the buzz of the rainbow in his system, the touch of her fingertips on his hip somehow impossibly erotic. He thought he might know how it got its name, too, sure that he could even see colours more intensely. Albie licked his lips, mouth dry as his breathing steadied. He could still taste her and a woman had never tasted so good; the memory of her thighs pressing against his head would stick with him for a very long time.
He chuckled, turning his head to look at her. Albie brushed a damp lock of hair from his eyes. "Probably the most entertainment they've had for years," he remarked, dipping his head just enough to kiss her shoulder. Somehow even that still felt incredible, making him believe that he might even have another round left in him after he'd had some time to recover and bask in the afterglow.
Shifting onto his side, he hooked his leg over hers, curling against her and enjoying every inch of their bodies touching. Albie hadn't been this relaxed in weeks.