“Yeah?
“You gonna let me put my hands on you?”
“No.”
He licks his bottom lip?—
“Can I eat your pussy?”
Always.
But I like when he begs.
So I don’t answer right away.
He watches me, burning from the inside out.
“Been thinkin’ about you all night, y’know.”
Then a slow Staten smile that says?—
this mouth belongs between your thighs.
“C’mon, Baby, lemme eat your pussy.
“You know I don’t sleep good ‘til I get my fix of you.”
My shoulders fall,
and I lean back in the lounger?—
pretending the kiss never happened?—
and drop my thighs open slow.
He watches, eyes crawling down to my pussy,
lip ring caught between his teeth,
breath falling heavier.
Then his gaze climbs back up, catches mine.
And he holds it as he sinks.
All
the
way
down.
Until his cheek’s against my thigh,
his hot breath grazing my clit.
This is why he’s my favorite.
