He cradles the base of my skull, his hand threading through and fisting into my unbound hair. I gasp, then softly breathe in the warm air between us. I lick his mouth and feel the glide of his tongue against mine. He tastes like minty toothpaste with a hint of fiery liquor. It’s headier than any alcohol I’ve ever had. His skin smells like the best kind of perfume, all Matt with a hint of soap from the shower. It turns me on so much, I don’t think I’ll ever look at soap the same way again.
