A little rumbled purr of a groan vibrated in her chest. The scrapes of his teeth, the fact that she was absolutely sated, for that moment, and the look on his face, the insatiable, touseled, postsex look. Well it was nearly enough to melt her butter all over again. Maryanne couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"I think I might be rubbin' off on you." She teased softly. Brushing a stray dark curl from his forehead. Wondering how much he had to focus on staying in such a state.