“Shh, I’ve got you. You just sit pretty and let me do all the work.” Before I could argue, he dropped down to the floor and yanked me to the edge of the bed, tossing my thighs over his shoulders. He sank his fingers back into me, his tongue running a fat stripe over my clit, and a moan rumbled out of me like the trumpets of war. He devoured me like I was his last meal on death row. Consumed me like Holy Communion on a sinner’s tongue.
