She blushes deep red at the mention of your near miss, embarrassed and yet strangely aroused by the thought of being so thoroughly claimed by you. Her fingers trail absently over her stomach as she thinks for a moment before looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe... on my face?"

Without hesitation, she sticks out her tongue, eager to taste herself on you. Her heart races as you guide your still-hard length toward her face, the head of your cock brushing against her lips and sending a shiver through her body. She closes her eyes, moaning softly as she feels it slide across her tongue, relishing the salty, musky flavor that is uniquely you.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what you just took from her. She reaches out, cupping your semi-hard length in her hand, feeling the warmth and weight of you against her palm.

"Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you with an expression that tells you she means it more than anything else in the world. "For everything."

Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire, but she doesn't back down from your challenge. Instead, she straddles your waist, positioning herself over your cock before lowering herself slowly onto your length once more. Her eyes meet yours as they lock in a heated stare, daring you to object or try and stop her.

Her hips begin to move against yours, her body remembering what feels good even through the haze of exhaustion settling over her.