Layla Miller

Even after she'd ridden it out, he stayed for a moment longer, lips grazing her skin one more time before he finally sat up, his hands braced on the bed. Very deliberately, he dried the area around his mouth with a swipe of his thumb, then sucked on it, gaze locked on her face. Though steadier than hers, his own breaths were still close to panting. He sat there, watching her with an almost hungry look about him, though he didn't say anything. This was her moment, he would let her have it.