when he sinks down my body,
not fighting it.
His mouth drags across my collarbone,
his hand’s sliding down to my hips.
Then he drops,
to his knee,
and air leaves me.
His hand slips off my waist
and inches up the inside of my thigh,
forehead resting on my pelvis.
His mouth hovers
right over the center of my panties,
his hot breath pounding through,
hitting my clit.
Then his lips brush the inside of my thigh. “Need a fuckin' taste before I lose it,” he rasps,
his hand climbing higher,
a kiss to my hypersensitive skin.
"Jesus—I could stay like this forever."
And there goes my heart,shaking.
I’ve had men on their knees before?—
mouths open, hands trembling?—
but no one's ever mademeshakeuntil now.
My panties are clinging,
drenched in everything we just did.
And his fingers are climbing closer
andcloser.
He’s looking up at me,
grief already in his throat,
and I haven’t even left yet.
His palm sneaks up my backside,
