CINNAMON
"You're so tight," he groaned, and the praise sent heat flooding through me.
His mouth traced down my throat, tongue leaving wet trails. He sucked my n****e between his lips, teeth grazing, and I arched into the sensation.
Lower still, until his breath ghosted over where I needed him most.
His tongue was precise, quick little movements that built pressure impossibly fast. My hands fisted the sheets as I bucked against his face, chasing the feeling, desperate for release.
"Cinnamon."
My name on his lips made me look down. Our eyes locked, and something in that connection, the vulnerability, the intimacy sent me over the edge.
I came with a sound I'd never heard myself make, body convulsing as waves crashed through me. He didn't look away, just watched me fall apart while add
