There was a tang of salt on his throat that wasn't unpleasant, and his body was cool and slick with sweat - it contrasted sharply with the dry heat of her own skin, the dark flush that had spread from her face down her throat and chest.
She could feel him close, feel the tension building like a coiled spring - his hips moving, his cock moving inside her, and when she bit back her moans it was his throat her teeth dug into -
- when he came, she felt it, and not just in how he held his breath and went almost still under her. He filled her so completely that when his cock seemed to pulse within her, when he moved and there was an added slickness between them, she felt it all, vivid and lewd. She found her mouth gaping, breath catching, face buried in his neck.
For a long moment after he slackened, she simply lay against him, cheek on his collarbone, catching her breath and letting herself relax, aching pleasantly. She put off lifting herself off him from moment to moment, partly because she didn't want to break that connection between the two of them. Partly it was just because the movement of it would really start to ache.
When she finally pushed herself just up onto her elbow to look at him, she couldn't help realising just how bonelessly tired she felt - worn out in the best possible way. He'd bitten his lip raw - she leaned down without thinking to take his lip between her own, tongue flickering over the deep groove left by his teeth. The marks on his throat were probably worse - she pulled back a little to look as that occurred to her and... Those were definitely some marks, dark and indented, his pale skin red around them, right down his throat.
...And she couldn't help laughing softly, giddy and a little sheepish. "I'm sorry, I... your whole..." She gestured to his neck and deliberately covered her teeth with her lips - if anything, she was flushing even darker.
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She could feel him close, feel the tension building like a coiled spring - his hips moving, his cock moving inside her, and when she bit back her moans it was his throat her teeth dug into -
- when he came, she felt it, and not just in how he held his breath and went almost still under her. He filled her so completely that when his cock seemed to pulse within her, when he moved and there was an added slickness between them, she felt it all, vivid and lewd. She found her mouth gaping, breath catching, face buried in his neck.
For a long moment after he slackened, she simply lay against him, cheek on his collarbone, catching her breath and letting herself relax, aching pleasantly. She put off lifting herself off him from moment to moment, partly because she didn't want to break that connection between the two of them. Partly it was just because the movement of it would really start to ache.
When she finally pushed herself just up onto her elbow to look at him, she couldn't help realising just how bonelessly tired she felt - worn out in the best possible way. He'd bitten his lip raw - she leaned down without thinking to take his lip between her own, tongue flickering over the deep groove left by his teeth. The marks on his throat were probably worse - she pulled back a little to look as that occurred to her and... Those were definitely some marks, dark and indented, his pale skin red around them, right down his throat.
...And she couldn't help laughing softly, giddy and a little sheepish. "I'm sorry, I... your whole..." She gestured to his neck and deliberately covered her teeth with her lips - if anything, she was flushing even darker.