Without breaking eye contact, I knelt between her legs. A subtle tension tightened her body, confusion. A dark smile touched my lips, a primal satisfaction coiling within me. Leaning forward, I tasted her, the mixture of our juices potent reminder of what we had shared.
She remained frozen, utterly still. My fingers traced a path up her inner thigh, circling her entrance. She stiffened, a small gasp escaping her lips. She was sore, marked by me, and I slid a finger inside, claiming what was mine.
Shame coloured her cheeks, a colour that both pleased and irritated me. Calmly, I released my finger, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue. My hand drifted back to her inner thighs, stroking the soft skin as I lowered myself, wanting to be closer, to feel the heat radiating from her.
