Theodore
“I need to shower,” I mumble, not really knowing if I am asleep or awake.
Have I been dreaming all of this?
Helades presses his lips against my back, and I hug my pillow tighter, an explosive sensation shuddering through me.
While my skin covers itself in goosebumps, he chuckles, his baritone vibrating on my skin. “No, you don’t.”
At this point, I really struggle to make out reality from my hazy imagination.
And this time it’s not because I’m just the worst daydreamer in the world, but because the pleasure I have been experiencing is just too much for my poor, innocent brain.
Also, I’m quite impressed but at the same time disappointed in myself as I had to get twenty-six years old to discover what a man can do with his fingers.
And his tongue.
“Ah,” a feeble mewl
