“W-what are you doing?” she stammers as I work my body lower, bringing her legs up over my shoulders, as I stare up at her eyes. My lips twitch. “They’re failing you if you have to ask that question, love,” I tell her as my lips fasten onto— Her startled cry is the only warning I get before her hands yank all too insistently against my hair, and her hips start going wild as she makes a series of random, somewhat worrisome sounds in various pitches from high to low. Damn good thing I can’t smother to death.
