I slide in deeper, to my middle knuckle. And she drips. Fuck, she drips down my hand. I bend in, drawing my wet hand from her body, and bite her thigh. It sinks beneath my teeth. She gasps, her hand falling on my hair and fisting. I grip her wrists, putting them both behind her back, and hold them there. I release the soft flesh of her thigh. She whimpers. Head empty, I lick over the mark I left and give her another, biting into the silky skin. It’s not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make my pupils blow and my head buzz.
I fucking love him
