At first, Nicholas simply pressed his lips to mine, non-demanding. It was sweet, and I cherished it. But it wasn’t enough.
With all the bad news now weighing heavily upon us, threatening to drag us down, we both needed the affirmation of the other’s presence and affections. My devotion to Nicholas was unparalleled, and I wanted to show him that. I could prove it to him.
Typically, he took the lead in these situations, but today, it was me who made the first step. Slowly, tenderly, I licked at the seam of his lips.
I was asking permission with my body. I would accept if he kept his mouth closed, as a polite denial. It wouldn’t have meant anything harsh, I knew. There was a lot going on. He might not be in the mood on top of all of the bad news he had received and delivered today.
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