*Frannie*
I know he is a man of passion. What I hadn’t expected is the way he touches me as though he can never have enough of touching me… not only with his hands, but with his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around my n****e until it pebbles, then closes his mouth greedily around it. I rake my fingernails through his thick hair, dig my fingers into his shoulders, skim the sole of one foot up his calf. Pleasure ebbs and flows until I think I will go mad with the wanting for release. Patiently, his mouth journeys to my other breast. I, a child of the streets, have never known such reverence, have never expected it, especially from a man whose life is so above the squalor.
Here, in his bed, I find what I’ve never hoped to hold… unselfish giving and receiving, a sense of evenness that is dif
