Shutting her eyes and trying to catch her breath and recover, she heard his low laugh cut through the silence of the clearing. Her eyes snapped open as he withdrew his fingers. She saw the shine of herself on them. He brought his fingers, wet with her own slick to her mouth pressing them against her lips. Opening her mouth, she took in his long fingers and ran her tongue over the pads of his fingers, tasting herself, feminine and musky, but not unpleasant.