Elena was still trembling, her chest rising and falling rapidly after that first shuddering orgasm I had just coaxed out of her with nothing more than my fingers. Her breathless pants filled the quiet of the room, little gasps of haa… haa… slipping past her lips as her body relaxed into the sheets.
My middle finger glistened, wet and slick from her. I lifted it to my mouth, tasting her. The flavor was strange, a mix of sweetness and musk, yet somehow addictive, something that always pulled me back in. My tongue slid across my finger slowly, savoring it, before I licked my lips clean.
Elena's hazy blue eyes met mine, dazed but sharp enough to catch me in the act. Her cheeks flushed even more, and she let out a shy sound, torn between embarrassment and desire.
"I'll take this off, Elena," I murmured, nodding toward the little piece of soaked fabric still clinging to her hips. "Otherwise it's just going to get in the way."
