Maribel lay there, chest heaving, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, her eyes half-closed and dazed. The pain and tension that had racked her face earlier was completely gone, replaced by a soft, flushed, spent expression.
I knelt between her parted legs, resting back on my heels for a brief moment to catch my own breath. I slowly passed my tongue over my lower lip, tasting her release once again.
It was a heady mix of sweet and sour, distinct and entirely her.
From my position on the mattress, I couldn't bring myself to look away. I stared down at her core, glistening, warm, and softly pulsing in the aftermath of her release. Her soft, caramel-toned lips hung slightly parted, swollen and wet, practically breathing in the warm air as if silently begging for something deeper to fill her.
