“Yeah, you are. Do you get this wet for other guys, Margo? Or is it just me?” “Just you,” I tell him, and it’s the damn truth. I’ve had orgasms. Guys have gotten me off. But I’ve never felt like this, like I’m simultaneously on top of the world but also rooted to him. Everything is magnified; his touch is electric. His words are poetic, and his mouth soothes every ache I’ve ever had.
