A thin layer of sweat coats my body, and when he pulls out his fingers, he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. He makes me watch as he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking off the wetness from between my legs. The image kick-starts my sluggish breathing into a rapid-fire pattern. When he takes his hand out, he says, “Just as I thought.” “What?” “I love the taste of you.” He leans over me and slips those same two fingers into my mouth. He licked most of me clean, and I taste mostly him—his mouthwash and minty breath. I suspect he knew I’d taste more of him than myself. He checks his
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