But Ramsay…he’s lapping me up like he loves the taste of sin, the flat of his tongue firm and slick, the sensations becoming too much to handle. And yet I must watch. I lift my head to see him between my legs and, dear lord, he’s looking up at me now, those stormy eyes staring right at my soul while his tongue tastes, savors me, me over and over again. It’s so jarringly intimate, this connection that now simmers between us, my submission into his mouth and hands and anything else he wants to use to take me over the edge.
