When done, he covered me back up, then smiled that sexy smile I still hadn’t fallen out of love with. “What?” I asked when he nibbled on his lip, trailing his fingers down between my legs. Shaking his head, he said, “Nothing, just missed that shit. I ain’t ate pussy since you left.” “Really?” I was shocked. “Deadass. I only eat at home, and you the only fucking home I know.” He pecked me deeply then helped me up.
