“I really want to taste you again. Can I?” He rests his chin on my hip, digging in slightly. “Can I have you first?” I ask. “Should we flip a coin?” He licks across my lower belly, looking up at me through heavy brows. My breathing is suddenly ragged. I’m unable to concentrate on the simple task of filling and emptying lungs. “I’ve never had to ask a dude not to go down on me,” I whisper, joking but not. “They’re clearly all idiots.” He kisses my pubic bone, and I fall back to the mattress in silent permission. “Because you’ve got heaven between your legs.”
