“I know.” He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.” “Just—don’t talk about a future that can’t happen.” “Okay.” He strokes the top of my folds, bringing his other hand up to tweak my nipple again. “But I’m tasting you.” “You don’t have—” He cuts me off by spreading my legs and burying his head between my thighs.
