Page 294 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

grazing across my clit,

all heavy tongue from a steamed mouth.

Then this glow flares higher,

burning through me like the first rays hitting glass towers.

A whimper shudders out of me simply from his hot breath fogging over my pussy, from the long pulls of his tongue.

The orgasm spreads the way morning spills across the city⁠—

gold crawling through black,

flooding everything in its path.

“Drew,” I rasp,

my fingers raking slow down his arm.

His nose slides up my slit with a hum, breathing me in, chest stuttering, and he groans, wrapped up in the smell and taste of me.

My body’s sprinting for release,

but my heart’s stalling.

I don’t want it over yet.

I want to stay here, and that’s not me.

It’s the way he’s holding me in his mouth⁠—

lips open,

my clit resting there,

tongue crawling warm.

It’s ripping me apart.

And the more unrushed,

the faster the sun climbs my spine,

heating me from the inside out.

He looks up with hooded, ruined bedroom eyes right as his tongue rakes slow, pulling all my slick into his mouth.

When his tongue drags over my clit again, my body folds, and I’m shaking into him.

The heat bleeds under the horizon,

blinding, hot, impossible to fight back.

My arm comes over my moan.

I bite my skin to smother it.

“Drew, don't stop,” I choke out,