Page 293 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

lower,

kissing down my ribs and stomach,

sliding off my sleep shorts,

until nothing but his shoulders are pushing my soaked thighs apart.

He kisses the inside of my thigh,

flicks his eyes up at me,

then lifts his palms.

“Ain’t on my dick, aight?” He splays his fingers across my pelvis. “But lemme be up here with you, too?” He locks eyes with me, kissing an inch closer, trailing his hand up to my chest, whispering into my skin. “Please?”

He presses flat in the center of my chest, pinning me down, needing to feel the thud of my heart under his palm, like

if I won’t let him use his hands below,

he’ll use them above.

I nod even though all this is overkill.

I don’t need him to make love.

I just need a quick rub,

get it out of my system,

get the day going.

But then he’s moving slow, taking one fat, soaked lip into his mouth.

He sucks lazy,

tongue sliding along the seam

until my hips are lifting off the mattress.

His hot breath crosses over my clit

when he moves to the other side, dragging my plump lip into his mouth with a hum. My hand crashes over his to pin myself down.

But then he’s licking me open,

hot tongue spreading me wide,

and there goes my brain⁠—

suddenly

can’t remember my own name.

It starts dim inside me,

the glow warm and growing.

They’re lazy morning-slow licks