Page 516 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“C’mere,” he says,

pulling me into his mouth.

His tongue slips past my lips

as he punches his cock up inside me,

then pins himself there,

buried to the hilt,

hips grinding until the rough, wet drags

pulls the climax straight from my clit.

I gasp into the kiss.

My nails sink into him.

My body shakes.

He holds me close,

my pussy pulsing around him,

gripping tight.

Then he locks up, nailing me down,

and comes fierce, hot, and shaking,

a broken moan caught in his chest

as he holds our kiss.

We stay right there,

for I don't know how long.

Until a smile hits us at the same time.

Then our chests slap as we breathe hard.

Then our muscles melt, and his hands fall down the sides of my body, gentle as the tremor running under my skin.

His fingertips skim the bones of my ribcage, down to my hip.

Like his name’s written on me.

Under his hands.

A n d r e w

And my song “Angel” is playing through the speakers.

All the windows are fogged,

the Firebird full of heat and sex.