Nibbling and biting, he soothes away the sting with his tongue, marking my skin with his kisses. Moving inward, his stubble scratches my upper thighs, then my lower stomach. The pulse between my legs flutters as I squirm beneath him, desperately waiting and wanting, nearly out of my mind with need. His tongue drags along the sensitive skin of my inner leg, nearly reaching the apex of my thighs, and reality comes crashing back down.
