The snicker that came from Gwenog was positively wicked. "If you wanted another round you could just say," she said, her grin almost shark-like.
Used to exerting herself and still being in control she had little difficulty pushing herself up, grabbing a fistful of the woman's hair to manoeuvre her head and ravishing her mouth, all tongue and lips and teeth. She only pulled back when they were both struggling for breath, incredibly pleased with herself.
She let go, and rolled to her feet, taking two steps to the edge of the bed and jumping off, landing almost silently. Some of the things her ballet training was useful for were rather random. "So," she asked, turning to survey her most recent conquest with consideration. "How do you feel about blindfolds, being tied down, dildo-type toys and another orgasm or two? You know, any or none of the above is fine by me."