"Does my body look tempting to you?" His firm gaze was now weakened, like a worn-out machine. The memory of last night came back, like the root of the parasite, though it didn't hurt him. Her moan and trembling body, the shivering legs from satisfaction, as well as her whimpers that didn't stop calling his name.
The memories kept replaying, like a brand new cassette.
"Hmm?" he hissed again, moving his face forward, feeling her breath tickle his skin. He didn't mind that she didn't answer his question, because he knew what her answer was. "I know," he said as he put his lips on her, sip it deeply as if to take her soul.
Smiling when her hands rub his back, caress like longing and waiting.
The stinging of the tongues that invaded each other, as well as the tickling sweep at the end of the throat, completely smothered her.
