“That’s it, Snuggle. Show me what you wanted to do to that plug when you thought of it being me.” It’s the filthiest image I’ve ever conjured, and I want to live in it, but I must be hearing things. “‘Snuggle?’” Nipping my shoulder and then dragging his tongue over the spot, he buries his nose behind my ear and inhales. “You smell like Snuggle. It fucking drives me crazy.”
