She was already glowing.
Still panting, flushed from the last orgasm, sprawled beneath him with one leg bent and her fingers tangled in the sheets.
Nicky had just pulled out, breath ragged, skin slick with sweat, cock still hard and twitching from holding back. He'd gone down on her afterward, slow and gentle—until she trembled all over again, legs shaking around his shoulders, her body completely undone.
But now?
Now she was watching him.
Not with exhaustion.
With curiosity.
With something darker, softer, hungrier.
Her fingers slid through his damp hair as he kissed her inner thigh again, slower now, like he was trying to calm them both down.
"Can I ask something?" she murmured, voice still sticky with breath.
He kissed her knee. "Anything."
She hesitated. Then: "When you touched me there back then..."
He froze slightly, a flush crawling up his neck, red blooming across his cheeks like he'd been caught thinking about it too often and too vividly.
"El..."
