As we slow to a red light, he puts his hand on my face and lightly pushes it back. I gasp and lick his palm, which earns a grunt from him. He rubs his hand on his jeans and shakes his head. "I don't mind you licking me but I'd prefer it to be elsewhere." Immediately, my heart begins to beat faster.
"Where would you prefer I lick you?" It suddenly occurs to me that I've said the words aloud rather than the sanctity of my mind. His head snaps in my direction as my mouth slightly gapes.
"Huh?" he asks in pure shock. My face is now bright red and his face is a mixture of entertained and surprised.
"Anyway," I quickly change the topic before I can dig myself deeper, "it's going to be fun." I trust that it won't.
"I don't think so." I'm grateful he dropped the accidental flirtatious comment
