Her cheeks flamed, but she didn't fight him. Instead she watched with curious wide-eyes as he settled between her thighs again, this time lower.
He kissed the inside of one knee first, then the other, working his way up the trembling muscle of her thigh. When he reached the crease where leg met hip he paused, breathing her in.
The scent was stronger now: musky, sweet, salty with their mingled release. It made his mouth water.
"You're still dripping," he said. "My cum's leaking out of you."
She whimpered, hands fluttering toward her face like she wanted to hide.
He caught her wrists again, gentle but firm. "No hiding. I like it. I like knowing I filled you up."
He lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue along her slit in one long, slow pass, from the messy entrance all the way up to her clit.
