“You. You’re my favorite flavor,” I whisper, and he groans, throwing his head back, bumping it against the wall. I splay open my hands on his thighs and, opening my mouth, I kiss the crown of his shaft. And just like that, his hand falls away and he makes it into a fist, punching his knee. “Fuck.” That first kiss is all it takes. For me to get addicted to it. Addicted to him and his taste. For my breasts to get heavy and my nipples to get hard. I open my mouth then, and suck on it.
