His fingers are so close to my opened mouth, that I can almost feel the heat of them on my skin. I watch his eyes darken as if he’s having similar thoughts to mine. My heart is beating wildly, everything about this feels forbidden. Still, I’m starving for more. Carefully tilting the shell, he slides the oyster into my mouth. He mimics me, subconsciously, his mouth falling open ever so slightly, the thin scar on his bottom lip more defined now that I see it up close.
why did they make eating an oyster so sexual
