“Andrew.” It’s hardly a whisper,
more a breath.
“Hm?” A sound,
lips wrapping around my neck.
My fingers slide up his scalp,
pulling him closer.
“You don’t gotta… be extra.
“I just need—what’re you doin’?”
He sucks me gently, teeth scraping the skin.
“Just breathin’ you, angel.”
I fold into the feel of it,
curling my leg tighter around his hip.
He grins into my throat.
Keeps tasting.
Keeps kissing.
Keeps breathing.
Lips warm.
Breath hot.
Tongue tracing the edge of my pulse.
He presses just shy into my opening,
and wet heat rushes out, flooding his fingers.
He groans quiet,
dragging the soak up,
spreading it through my slit,
then grinds it against my clit.
I’m so close to falling apart.
It’s in the way he surrounds me.
The way he wraps me up in him.
I grip his hair?—
“Talk to me,” I breathe out. “Anything.”
