Behind me, the floorboards creak. Then I feel a whisper of a breath against my clit; a graze of stubble against my inner thigh. Oh, holy crow. Angelo’s on his knees behind me, his mouth just millimeters from my pussy. It’s instinctive to arch my back and lower myself onto him. But a strong hand grips the top of my thigh long before I get to feel the heat of his lips on my clit.
