want this. Need this. And he’s making it possible for me to pretend that I don’t. Letting me claim I didn’t ask for it. That it’s all him initiating when we both know that’s a lie. I bite back a moan as he runs his tongue along my thigh. Each of his kisses moves closer to my core. By the time he gets to my apex, I’m shaking and can’t stop myself from gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles under his breath and pushes my legs wider, licking the crease between my core and thigh. So close, so close.
