Felicity...
I watched him pour a glass of amber liquor and drink it in one gulp. "You’re making me thirsty baby girl," he said.
"I can return the pleasure," I offered, shocked at myself for offering that. He was like a magnet to me.
He smirked and lifted his hips briefly, allowing me to yank his jeans and boxer briefs out of the way. Then I had his big, beautiful c**k in my hands. My tongue. I moaned at the taste of him, as well as the warmth and satiny softness of his skin and the smell of him. I nuzzled my cheek against his groin and balls, wanting his scent to cling to me and identify me as his. My tongue licked him up and down, following the thick veins coursing the length of him. When I sucked him with long, drawing pulls, moans of apology, and pleasure humming in my throat, I cou
