Xanthippe blinked her eyes open blearily - although her gaze got a lot more alert as soon as she saw his face. "Ohmygod," she said, "you're a mess."

And she sounded delighted and awed about it. And way too blissed out to find even shreds of self-consciousness about it.

Which meant he was getting some uncensored feedback. "That was so hot, like, holy shit. Like between that and your lap, I'm pretty much two for two on ways to ride you being amazing ways to get off. Like, you like tongue-fucking me like that is going on my list of faves, immediately."

The rest of her drowsiness was going to evaporate as soon as she'd look down his body. She just hadn't, yet, because his face was a thing to marvel (and babble) at.