“You’re going to be so tight, aren’t you? You could barely take my one finger earlier. I’m going to stretch you out so good,” I mumble, moving away from her lips to shove my head in her neck instead as I begin to feast on the immediately addicting taste of her skin. Peaches and fucking sunshine. I’ve never compared a taste to Goddamn sunshine before, but I would happily do it again because that’s the only way to describe it. Warm, clear, free. She tastes like fucking sunshine. My hot breath fans out on her skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface.
