as though the thought of pulling away
makes him sick.
I lift upright,
raw and wrecked and desperate for him.
When he looks up,
his eyes are wet and glazed and high.
Soon as they crash into mine,
there’s nowhere to hide.
His eyes sayI’m not leaving.
Mine sayNot tonight.
His sayNotever.
Mine say
…Fuck.
A second hangs in the stare.
I break first, taking his head into my hands,
dragging his wet lips to mine?—
kissing him hard,
the taste of me still on his tongue.
I grab his jaw,
sink into the warmth of his mouth.
Andrew groans,
fingers sliding to the back of my head.
And he kisses me.
Again.
Again.
Andagain.
Every slow-tongued kiss lands wetter and deeper.
He pulls me closer,
his warm abs flush to my soaked pussy.
His breathless laugh shakes his chest,
