Lying down beside him, I watched his sated green eyes as I swiped my tongue over my lips. I didn’t dare kiss him. I didn’t want him to push me away if he thought that’d be disgusting, his semen still stuck to places inside my mouth. But then he grabbed my hip, pulling my body closer, and opened my mouth with his. “You like him?” I swallowed his words, pressed my lips into his, and his pressed back. “I fucking love him.” “I can tell.” He kissed me harder, held me tighter, my soft stomach against his firm, and then he stared at me for long moments.
