Summer twitched against his hand, eyes fluttering shut and rolling back. Post-orgasm, it was almost painful how sensitive the flesh was. But she couldn’t find her voice to ask him to stop — and how would he react if she did? A tiny voice inside wondered if he would be hurt if she stopped him. Would he think he had done something wrong? All she could do was shape wordless sounds.
After a moment, he seemed to understand that too much over-stimulation might cause her discomfort, and he slowly retracted his fingers. Eyeing the glistening digits then, he raised them to his lips and slipped them into his mouth, cheeks colouring pink as he watched her nervously, trying to judge her reaction.
She cried out again when he took his hand away, half-relief and half-anguish. Forcing her eyes open and focusing on his face, she flushed hotly when he licked his fingers, another after-shock shaking her body. Involuntarily she licked her own lips, staring wide-eyed. Languidly, she pushed herself up to a sitting position, reaching out one slow hand to trace down his arms.