Page 295 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

knowing as soon as I come, it's over.

I shake my head from side to side.

“Don't let me go.”

His hand slides up, up, up

until he’s gripping my shoulder,

thumb brushing the column of my throat.

“Never, baby,” he rasps into my slit.

And when he pulls me into his mouth⁠—

tongue, teeth, and all⁠—

my hips grind into his lips.

Until it’s exploding out of me,

gold and brutal and endless.

Andrew moans when I come, the vibrations shaking hot between my thighs.

Hand on my shoulder, he pins me to his mouth, eating me slow as the climax leaks through me.

Right behind it comes that violent ache again, that sick craving for him to be inside me.

It makes my face hot, my throat tight.

I claw the sheets,

trying to hide how desperate I am for it,

how empty I feel without him inside me.

Then he crawls up the length of me,

his warm chest covering over my chest,

fingers sweeping down my scalp.

The taste of me trembles hot off his lips

as his two fingers push inside me.

Until they bottom out.

Until he’s holding my pussy in his hand,

stroking me slow

as my climax pulses around him.

It’s scary how he always knows what I need. As if he’s figured out that the only safe way for me to let go now,

is when I’m bound to him.