He pulls me in and licks it clean,
tongue rolling back inside again,
mouth dragging mine under,
hungrier, kiss full, everything glazed.
I hook my legs and drag him closer.
And then he’s holding me,
lifting me off the counter,
setting my feet on the ground.
He breaks the kiss with a sigh.
“That kitchen’s dead to me.
“I’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.
“I’m tryna get you in my arms and pass the fuck out—heart to heart, no bullshit.”
I lean back on my heels.
Cuddling? In your arms?
Nah.
Cuddling sounds cute. So does oral.
Thought maybe we give me an orgasm,
then just lay there.
On our backs.
Side by side.
Staring up.
Nothing touching.
His hand slides into mine,
and he opens the basement door.
“What—big bad Sonny can’t cuddle?
“Too fuckin’ cool to hold me?”
My brow goes up.
“Uh-huh. Cuddling, with that hard-on?”
He grips his cock,
both adjusting it and comforting it.
