"Good girl." Jean cooed as he watched Scarlett climax, her head thrown back with her back arching off the bed and he proceeded to lick her clean while she caught her breath.
Scarlett let her fingers run through his hair as he did, slightly tugging on it. "Come here," she breathed, her chest still heaving and Jean obeyed, climbing over her so their faces were only inches apart.
"It's my turn now." Scarlett smiled up at him and pressed her lips against his for a brief moment before sliding out from underneath his frame and then pushed him back into the bed as she began unbuttoning his black shirt. He sat up to make it easier and then took off the rest of the shirt, eyes alight and wild in anticipation as he wondered what she had in mind.
Her hands then moved towards his zipper and pulled it open before she began to slide the pants down his leg and then his boxer shorts followed.
