“Tell me…” I find myself asking. He glances down, his gaze slowly scanning over every inch of my body, heating it up another degree while he unbuckles his belt and kicks off his boots. “First…” He lifts an eyebrow. “I’d be on my knees in front of you, feasting like you were my last meal. My tongue on your clit, lapping up every drop of you as my fingers got to work until you were begging for me to stop…” He pushes his jeans over his hips, hooking his thumbs into his boxer briefs, and lets them fall. “Think I accomplished that.”
