I have decided

Esme panted. The only lifesaver for her was the fact that he was out of breath too.

If it was not that dark inside the room, she would have found herself another lifesaver of a fact after noticing the huge bulge in his pants. 

She slowly tilted her head and looked at his face as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Her inner thighs were wet and warm. 

Her unsteady breathing slowly calmed down but as she watched him put his fingers on his lips, something stirred inside her once again. 

His tongue peeked out to lick her juices off his fingers, ''How sweet,'' he whispered, all the while looking into her eyes. 

Esme gulped. She was embarrassed to move, embarrassed to speak, and embarrassed at the fact that she still wanted her hands all over him, that she could not get enough of touching him and being touched by him.

Was it too late to faint and act dead?!

She hoped not. 

... 

The next morning.