And again, that very first suck is all it takes for me to get so attuned to him that every little hitch in his breath as I move my tongue around, discover the roundedness, the sponginess of his head, resonates in my core. “Fuck, Blue,” Zach moans and buries his fingers in my hair. Those sticky, sticky, covered-in-his-lust fingers. I don’t know why that arouses me so much that I feel my own juice pulsing out of me, seeping into my panties. But it does.
