~Ava
He rolled off, chest heaving, but his hand stayed on me, sliding down the sweat-slick curve of my spine, fingers tracing every bump like he was memorizing the map.
I was still face down, thighs trembling, p***y throbbing, swollen, leaking him in slow pulses.
I turned my head. His eyes were half lidded, purple hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted. He looked wrecked. Good.
I pushed up on shaky arms, crawled over him, straddled his hips. He was still hard, slick with us, twitching against my belly.
I dragged my nails down his chest, slow, watching goosebumps rise. I leaned in, bit his n****e, hard. He hissed, hips jerking.
“My turn,” I whispered.
I slid down his body, tongue tracing the line of hair under his navel, tasting salt and skin. His c**k jumped when I breathed on i
