“Fuck,” Foster mumbled. He turned his face and pressed his lips against my hot cheek. “Fuck.” I turned my face until our lips met. This time, the kiss was slow and indulgent, lingering and sweet. In all the times I’d fantasized about kissing Foster, never had I imagined it would be this good, this… patient and gentle. Eventually, the cooling jizz on my skin began to itch, and I pulled away. “Any chance you’d let me clean up before letting me get you dirty again?
This and the previous highlight: Don't know if it's too early to sing hallelujah, but this is promising, and I'm both stoked and hopeful that this means I'll not have to skim the sex scenes to avoid that nasty, cringe-inducing misspelled version of come.
