Relying on the advice of old female friends in her head (an odd experience), she managed to drink up every drop he produced, the slightly salty taste strange but not unpleasant. She continued to stroke him until his body calmed, just as he had with her, and when he'd relaxed she finally pulled back, running a finger along the corner of her mouth to be sure there were no lingering traces of him there.

Moving up the bed, she settled on her side beside him, slipping her arm across his stomach and wrapping one of her legs around his. She may have looked like the cat that ate the canary as she gave him a satisfied smile and set a kiss on his shoulder.