lips red, swollen, ruined.
The cold instantly freezes every inhale raw,
smothers the heat from his kiss with frost.
Then he lowers me slow, as if it kills him.
My heels hit concrete.
His mouth brushes my temple.
I’m standing, but it still feels like I’m falling.
“Sonny,” he scrapes out thick,
watching my mouth as his hands drag up my thighs
and slip under my dress.
He traces my hips,
fingers hooking under my thong,
yanking me to him, hip to hip.
“You got no fuckin’ idea what it’s takin’ for me not to drop to my knees right now.” His forehead leans into mine, and he wets his lips, eyes full of desperation. “I wanna eat your pussy so fuckin’ bad it’s killin’ me."
I breathe in too fast?—
then not at all.
Then forget how to let it out.
The ache floods faster,
thighs burning,
clit screaming,
everything in me clenching for his mouth.
My entire body’s nodding.
My pussy’s dripping,
Y
E
S.
But my mind staggers backward.
I can’t.
I can’t.
Before,
