this’ll be the night.
I wanna know what’s going through his mind.
If he’s reliving it,
rewriting it,
still hearing the laughter caught in our breath,
still tasting the kiss,
still feeling my hands on his skin,
the same way I still feel his.
Or is he still trapped in the moment he pulled away from me…
“I’m gonna come—fuck—just from my mouth on you.”
I sink into him, into the wall,
brick scraping my spine,
fingers knotting in his hair.
Then his tongue slips beneath the hem of my panties and finds me.
The heat of me.
The breath of him.
Both soaked.
And when he licks my soft slit, it’s slow,
dragging through me?—
one long, deep stroke.
A moan vibrates through him,
his face crushed into the cotton.
He doesn’t move,
his breath steaming through,
lips shaking.
“Fuck—”
His shoulders tense up.
“I’ve never—fuck?—”
Another groan crashes out of him,
his fingers locking around my thighs.
