"You bit back your scream." She twisted her fingers particularly swiftly, almost as if it could be a punishment. "You were going to scream, I could tell."
Sara grinned as Clara shook her head, knowing the girl was most likely trying to dispell the images. So of course, Sara kept describing it. "Me hunched over you, panting and moaning in pleasure, hair falling in my face, your hands on my hinds steadying me as I ride you..."
When Clara orgasmed, Sara heard the scream and a huge grin plastered her face, already planning what she was going to do for her prize. She slowly slid her fingers from Clara's cunt and licked them mostly clean, but left some of the wetness to wipe on Clara's thighs.
Rising up, Sara kissed Clara's stomach lightly, then her neck, then, as her lips almost touched Clara's lips, she grinned and whispered, "I win."