My whole life, I’d wanted this. A woman to know like this: carnally, emotionally, spiritually. I’d dreamt of tracing curves and lines with my fingers, of being allowed to taste from the well between soft thighs, and the peak of a breast, the silken areola and the turgid nipple. That I was being blessed with the opportunity to do so now, after everything that had happened to me, but also with this girl who made me feel almost clean and new again, nearly brought me to my knees. So I decided to give in to the sensation and dropped to them.
