She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes wide, dazed. Her lips -- parted, wet, marked. Her body still trembled faintly with aftershocks.
She reached up slowly, fingers gliding across the last smear of his c*m. It clung to her skin, warm and thick, like a kiss that refused to fade.
She brought her fingertip to her mouth. Hesitated.
Then sucked it clean, slowly.
Thoughtfully.
Her eyes closed for a moment.
It was nothing like Barry. Not in taste. Not in texture. Not in meaning.
Nate's c*m had been thick and hot and alive.
It had coated her mouth like it belonged there.
It had fed something in her -- not just lust, but something deeper. Something biological.
She didn't know what shocked her more -- the fact that she'd done it... or how right it had f
