“Madonn’, you’re gonna have to push me away if you want me stoppin’.”
Another kiss.
His breath stumbles.
“But fuck, Sonny—don’t.”
“You stickin’ with Sonny?” I whisper, chest heaving.
He pulls back to look at me,
eyes drowning,
and he drops his forehead to mine.
“Anyone else callin’ you that?”
“No.”
Another kiss. “Then yeah. I’m callin’ you Sonny.”
His mouth opens over mine,
tongue sliding in slow and drunk on us.
And I feel him in places no one’s touched.
Places I never let be touched.
His lips slide away,
skim my cheek,
tracing heat.
Until they reach the shell of my ear,
and my stomach soars.
“This ain’t just me, right?” he whispers.
“Tell me I ain’t the only one feelin’ this.”
He kisses behind my ear.
A slow kiss.
A shaky kiss.
“You dropped straight down into me...
“now you're fuckin' everywhere…”
His mouth brushes my neck next.
“I’m tryin’ to keep it together but—fuck?—
“I’m gone.”
