‘You’re incredible, Lane. I’ve been wanting this – my name on your lips, my fingers getting you off, my mouth all over you – for more than a year. You’re scared, I get it. You don’t want more?’ I shake my head, even as I approach what I suspect will be an earth-shattering orgasm. ‘Yeah…’ He licks his lips. ‘We’ll see about that,’ he says, capturing my lips in a kiss and pushing two fingers into me.
