Drawing back to catch his breath, he shifted a hand to touch her, his thumb rubbing at her swollen clitoris as she left a wet streak across his chin. It would be there, even after she was gone, he realized, a bit of physical proof of her presence. Like rainwater.

Holding her by the hip, he shifted a bit higher on the bed, lifting his chin to watch the way her body clenched greedily in the absence of his tongue.

Pulling her to himself again, he licked at her sloppily, tongue thrusting into her until his jaw ached.