I slumped back against him, grateful for the arm he'd anchored around my waist that kept me from collapsing to the floor. My head was still tilted back and resting on his shoulder as I tried to regain my equilibrium, and in the window's reflection I watched as he withdrew his hand from my panties
and brought it up to his mouth, sucking the taste of me off of his fingers.
He groaned, as if he'd just enjoyed a rare delicacy. "Jesus, I knew you'd taste so fucking good." The fact that he'd imagined tasting me made me lightheaded.
He dropped his hand down to my hip and nuzzled my neck. "You ready to take this to the bedroom so I can fuck you properly, on a bed?"
"Oh, now you're being all formal," I teased, and he chuckled. "I don't think my shaking legs are capable of getting me there."
"Then allow me," he said, and swept me up into his arms.
