“You’re a god damned goddess when you come. You did so well, and taste like a fucking dream. I can’t wait to make you come on my face over and over.” Somewhere in the haze I found my voice, though it was a little rough. “Is that what they mean when the books say he whispered sweet nothings?” He chuckled and held me tighter. “They aren’t nothings. I mean every word.”
