Slowly pulling out, wet and warm, he leaks out of me. He spreads my legs, admiring his handiwork. “Mm.” He pushes his thumb inside me and grabs a tissue to wipe away the excess. Damn. “You wear my cum beautifully.” He lifts the comforter and slides me underneath, climbing behind and wrapping his arms around my stomach, hauling my back to his chest. Thick, cotton sheets cradle us. His lips find my favorite spot between my neck and shoulder, and he rests them there, licking the small sensitive area. He knows exactly what I like.
