Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
She felt the edge of teeth against her shoulder and nearly urged him to bite down again, to wring out more sparked nerve sensations from her. But her body was still trembling its way through the aftershocks to her release, and she wasn't certain how she would react to any added abuse to her oversensitive skin. His whine was sharp and sympathetic in her ear, and even as her heart raced and breath shook, she let out a soft "shh". She kept her face pressed against his neck, some of his hair sticking to the disastrously smeared mess of her lips. Her own hair had begun to curl with the sweat along her hairline, salty tendrils that caught against her face. The rasp of his tongue against her shoulder made her shiver again, and she actually let out a muted chuckle at the tickle of it.
The beginning of the shift of his weight allowed her freedom to move both of her arms again, though she didn't hurry to separate herself from him. "Why what?" she replied automatically, before realizing what he was touching, his fingers at her neck. Her expression flickered with something for just a second - worry? guilt? fear? - before it flattened again and she started trying to move away from him, looking away at first. She still couldn't escape the heavy trap of his body, though, and she eventually gave up and looked at him, repeating. "Why what?"