He guides my knees open,
every kiss rolls in wetter,
softer,
slower,
making me forget where I am…
His hand dips between my thighs,
fingers parting me,
dragging through my soaked slit.
He breathes into me between kisses.
“You get it now, huh?” he whispers into my mouth. “There's no walkin' us off. Too late for that.”
His eyes stay on mine as he pulls away,
mouth wet from our kiss?—
hot, swollen?—
and he licks me off his lips.
My back hits the leather.
My thighs fall apart.
Everything’s his.
And he lowers, breathing hot.
And I’m fucking pulsing.
Then his tongue drags through my pussy?—
wide,
digging deep,
gathering my slick,
leaving a trail of his spit.
Bottom to top. Again. Slower.
I moan into my arm,
bite my skin to stay quiet.
But it doesn’t save me.
My hips rise, chasing his mouth.
“Look at me. C’mon…”
