Penny liked the way he was moaning her name. It was making her quite confident in her ability to please. She was more turned on than ever; how could she not be, with his fingers in her hair like that? She was glad not to be caught unawares by his climax. She could see herself doing a spittake if he hadn't prepared her. She was still a little surprised by the sudden rush of warmth that filled her mouth with a salty taste. It wasn't altogether unpleasant and she swallowed quite easily, glad she'd made that decision. It was a lot easier than cleaning it off her carpet or her body for that matter.
After she was certain he had finished for the time being, Penelope stood up and sat on the bed next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I hope you don't think I'm finished with you, yet," she said, voice cracking a bit; her own arousal hadn't been satiated in the slightest.