“Owen!” she cries out through her laughter. “You just finished!” I find out she’s very ticklish on her ribs, and she laughs even harder when I nibble on her neck. “Baby girl,” I murmur against her skin. “I’m not so selfish as to let you give me a blow job and not reciprocate. I have my mouth.” I kiss my way down her throat, across her bare shoulder, and then lick her breasts where they meet the top of her dress. “And my fingers.”
