The rain had stopped sometime after midnight but the windows were still fogged, streaked with long slow tears.
The room smelled like us now sweat, s*x, the faint copper of my bitten lip. My body felt heavy, used, beautifully sore, but every time his eyes raked over me the ache between my legs turned fresh and hungry again.
He hadn’t left the bed. Just propped himself on one elbow, watching me sprawl on my stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, ass still lifted slightly like I couldn’t quite bring myself to close my legs.
Cum had dried in sticky trails down the insides of my thighs.
He reached over, dragged two fingers through the mess, then pushed them back inside my p***y slow, stirring it like he was mixing paint.
I hissed through my teeth. “Sensitive.”
“Good,” he said, voice gra
