The same hand that's still stroking me.
He lets it linger. Watches me as it drips from his tongue, catches it with slow, deliberate licks, smearing it, tasting it, like I'm his fucking dessert. Like he's savoring me.
Then he leans in… and licks it off me. Every drop. Every fucking smear.
Lapping it from my skin with slow, kittenish strokes like he's cleaning up the mess he wanted to make.
I stare down at him, completely wrecked. He looks up at me, and he smiles. I grip his jaw, hard. Pull him up, crash our mouths together. Taste myself on him and don't care.
I'm sorry. After that?
After what he just did to me? He deserves it all. He deserves everything.
Every bit of praise this planet's got to offer. He earned it. He fucking earned it with his mouth.
Take the crown.
Take the throne.
Take my fucking name while you're at it.
Rava Weston is the standard.
46) Take a picture of us!
Rava
We're both in the bathroom. My hands are under the running water, watching Gio's cum swirl down the drain.
I'm still smiling.
My mouth hurts so bad, and I don't even know if it's from the blowjob or from grinning for the last ten minutes straight.
Gio's back in the tub again, because one cold shower wasn't enough. I'm looking at the mirror.
My lips are still swollen. My knees feel wrecked in the best way.
If this is so wrong, why the fuck do I feel this good?
Why does it feel like I just left my body for a second and came back with a new name?
Did it feel like that for him?
He came. That's a good sign, right?
That means he liked it.
God, I hope he liked it. No. No hoping. Iknowhe did. I gave everything. Everything. I wanted to. Shit.
I think I wanted it more than I even realized. Jesus Christ. What the hell is happening to me?
He hops out. He ruffles his wet hair with the towel, then slings it over his shoulder, glancing at me in the mirror.
"Um," he grins, "you look like you just saw Jesus."
"I might've," I mumble.
He laughs. "Is it my turn now, then?"
