[shailu4ever]

When she finally withdrew her hand, it was slow.

Measured.

Her eyes stayed on him, wide and a little dazed, her chest rising and falling with quiet urgency.

Then...

Without thinking...

Without speaking...

She glanced down at her own fingers,

Still wet with the warmth of his mouth.

Her lashes fluttered, and slowly,

Almost absentmindedly,

She brought her fingers to her lips.

She kissed them.

Not playfully, not even deliberately.

It was tender, contemplative

Like she was trying to understand what he had just felt,

Or maybe what she had just done.

Her lips parted just slightly,

She let her tongue brush the tip of her finger,

Tasting what lingered.