he drags a wet kiss up the inside of my thigh.
The scent of me hits him
and he groans right into it,
his lips parting over the edge of my pussy.
My knee falls open for him, and the cool air licks where he hasn't yet.
He kisses the crease—unhurried?—
leaving a trail of spit behind.
It glistens, runs, cools.
Then he ruins the other side, wetter,
as if depraved,
sucking the skin into his mouth.
Then… nothing.
I close my eyes, heart pitter-pattering.
A moment passes.
And passes…
Mouth hovering right there,
breathing hot on my pussy.
So close I feel his damp lips shaking?—
every fogged exhale slipping through my slit,
brushing my clit,
heat crawling in like it wants inside.
And another beatpasses.
I’m about to lose all control.
My fingers are shaking.
I don’t think I can wait.
But just before I’m about to break?—
His nose buries deep where I'm dripping, and drags slow up through my slit, parting me, mouth open, breathing me inand catching the taste of me. He groans into it—low, guttural—his hot tongue stretched long and sliding up the soaked line, breaking the seam,
a heat rod rolling over every nerve.
His inhale shakes from it,
breath ripping from his throat,
