Elira climbed off him slowly, a soft, wet sound leaving her when his cock slipped out, and she lay back on the bed the way he had told her to.
Her slip was twisted high on her waist, one strap fallen off her shoulder, the thin fabric clinging to the damp swell of her breasts. She spread her thighs without being asked this time with her knees bent, cunt still flushed and leaking from the last round, and looked up at him with her mouth already parted and her cheeks burned deep.
Ray knelt between her legs and stayed there, just looking. The mess of both of them glistened on her inner thighs, a slow trail still slipping out of her.
Her chest rose and fell hard under the slip. When he ran two fingers through her folds she jerked, a shaky breath leaving her, hips twitching up into the touch like she could not help it.
"Still sensitive," he said.
"I know." Her voice was rough, almost embarrassed by how wrecked it sounded. "Do not be careful about it. I want to feel you in me."
