Page 468 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

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FLORENCE + THE MACHINE

My spine hits the wall,

and he catches my hands, lifts them,

pins the backs to the tile,

pressing us palm to palm.

The tile’s cold against my knuckles.

His hands are hot over mine.

Water runs between our fingers.

Then the rest of him crashes in hot⁠—

chest, hips, mouth,

his clothes soaked.

Andrew’s everywhere.

His lips—full, open—slide against mine,

his tongue moving so fucking x-rated,

a whimper rasps up my throat

with the way he licks into me,

thick and obscene,

and I feel it so deep,

as if his tongue’s dragging my clit.

He has me nailed here,

crucifix-wide, as I shatter,

wet steam rising up around us.

“God, Andrew,” I groan,

my knees stuttering,

my stomach flying,

my blood humming, buzzing, undone.

My hands slip out from under his, begging for his soaked sweatshirt to come off.

I grab the hem, sliding under it

until I’m touching hot skin,