“I dream about these tits. About this body. About your perfect peach-shaped ass,” he whispered, his gaze on mine now. “I’ve memorized the sounds you make when you come. The way your honey-brown eyes light up when I take you over the edge. The way your lips part when you gasp. The way your skin blushes when I touch you. The way you rub my earlobe when you kiss me, and scrape your nails along my scalp when you want more. I’ve memorized all of it, Sav.”
