She covers her face with her hands for a moment, hiding the breathless smile that she can't seem to shake. Aftershocks still ripple through her, and every sweet touch sends another rocketing up her spine. When she can breathe again, she brushes her hair back and looks at him, smirking, gently rising to pull him up her body.

She lays back, her heels keeping him close, her hands wiping away the slickness from his chin. She can taste herself on his lips, and that makes that smug grin of his that much easier to bear. She growls against his mouth,

"Fuck me."

Short. Sweet. To the point.