[ It feels like she rides it out forever, with his fingers and his mouth coaxing shudders from her even when she thinks there can't be anything left to give —
In the moments after, she can only lean back against the wall and try to catch her breath, meeting his eyes as he looks up at her, all disheveled and a little flushed, clothes all open. The dryness in her voice loses a bit of its edge when it comes out a little airlessly: ]
What, not an exhibitionalist? Could've fucking fooled me.
[ She reaches for him, running her thumb a bit roughly over his chin to rub away glistening traces of herself. ]
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In the moments after, she can only lean back against the wall and try to catch her breath, meeting his eyes as he looks up at her, all disheveled and a little flushed, clothes all open. The dryness in her voice loses a bit of its edge when it comes out a little airlessly: ]
What, not an exhibitionalist? Could've fucking fooled me.
[ She reaches for him, running her thumb a bit roughly over his chin to rub away glistening traces of herself. ]