“I locked the door when I came in, and you’ll just have to be quiet. But not too quiet…I want to hear you.” He tilts my head for another kiss, this time more dominating and masterful. I cling to him, heat rolling through me. I’ve never really cared for men going down on me. Most of the time it feels perfunctory, like they’re doing it so they can stick their dick inside a little bit later, or—worse—it’s a chore to be performed so they don’t appear lousy in bed.
