A wave of something akin to affection fluttered behind her eyes and she shivered, handing him the bottle as she pushed herself up from the table, legs still spread, chest still heaving. She looked wanton, she was sure, but she didn't care. She never did. That wasn't part of the fun.
She slipped a hand between her legs, feeling where he'd touched her before and working up the nerve to touch him too. It was weird, the little hang-ups she still had. The little things she still had to sic herself up to, mentally. The payoff was worth enough, though. Most of the time.
"Feeling dizzy yet?" she breathed, looking from him to the bottle and back.