When his head starts to migrate downward, I swallow with anticipation at having his mouth close around my nipples. But instead, he presses hot kisses between them and moves lower until he’s kissing the soft flesh of my belly, like he can’t love me enough there. It’s surprising, because most guys I’ve been with avoided my belly, like it wasn’t the main attraction. But not the Midnight God. He’s kissing me like every inch of me is worthy of his worship.
