tracing lips around my heat.
Everywhere
but where I need him most.
His thumb drags through my slit,
finds the slickest spot,
and he presses down into the panties,
grinds in,
right into my opening,
the cotton soaking through.
“Fuck…”he groans,
fingers digging into my skin.
“Come cazzo faccio ad andarmene…”
He tilts my hips, looking up at me.
His eyes are anxious. A little helpless.
And they need mine on him.
Like if he doesn’t see me,
this isn’t real.
His hot, open mouth comes over me,
the heat seeping through.
He doesn’t move the panties aside yet.
He presses there,
his tongue flat, heavy,
dragging one slow stripe through the drenched center of the cotton.
His tongue takes my panties with it,
moves them off-center,
baring only half of me.
Then he pulls one soft lip into his mouth,
kissing me open,
sucking me soft, slow, filthy.
My head falls back against brick,
