Gross is how I expected him to taste. But nothing between us is gross. He’s salty and I realize I
could happily do this for the next hour.
I settle down onto my tummy and explore him, learning what makes him groan. Learning that the
tip of my tongue pressing just underneath the head makes him moan. Knowing these things about him,
that intimacy is heady because I know that tomorrow I can do it again. And the day after, I can do it
again. My technique is going to be so darn perfect with all this practice that he’ll be my willing sex
slave for the rest of his life.
Finally, he fists his hands in my hair and pulls me up to his mouth. “You’re killing me. You’ve got
to stop, or this is gonna be over too soon.“
Soon? I already feel better than I ever have in my entire life. If it ended now, I would be okay.
Wait, no, that’s a lie.
I want to get to the finish line. I pull back from him and rest my palms on my knees, legs spread.
His eyes narrow as they focus on the juncture of my thighs. Thanks to the clenching of my belly, a
trickle of wetness leaves me. I’m not embarrassed about it. At all. I want to know what that mouth
feels like. I want that tongue running over my folds.
Thankfully, Zack is on the same wavelength. Suddenly he’s there between my thighs, taking me
backward. He rests his hands on the tops of my thighs and places a kiss on my mound just above
where I want him most. “Wait,“ I yell.
His look is a cross betweenI’m going to murder youand are you fucking kidding me? I laugh
and hurry to explain. “You’re going to pay a visit to lady town, right?“
Zach snickers and leans his cheek against my inner thigh. “That’s the plan. You have any
objections?”
“Um…no. I’m excited for you to visit. I just want to make sure…”
“Make sure of what?” he growls, clearly done with my interruptions.
“That your bottom half’s not planning to visit, too. Because I want to ride the train, remember?”
He wheezes out a breath. “The memory of that conversation is seared into my brain, baby. I
guarantee you I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good,” I say cheerily, then wave my hand at him. “Carry on.” Then I throw myself onto the bed
again, snuggling into the sheets.
I thought it would feel good. I thought I’d like it. But holy hell, that’s got to be the best feeling in
