“Do you want my mouth?” “What do you think?” I huffed, pushing my hips toward him. I felt his chuckle against my skin. “I remember you being a little more patient the other night.” “Then you remembered wrong.” I opened my eyes. “Please.” His expression turned tender. “Fuck,” he whispered. “For the rest of my life, all you’ll have to do is say that word, and I’ll be putty in your hands.”
