“f**k!” he gasped, pressing himself back against my mouth.
“Like that, do you?” I didn’t wait for an answer, just started teasing his hole with my tongue. The sweet flavor of soap mingled with an earthy musk I hadn’t tasted in way too long. I pressed harder with my tongue, wishing I’d thought to undo my flies first because my jeans felt painfully tight.
“God!” Edward whimpered. He was braced on one arm, his right hand having crept down to work his c**k.
“Not too fast,” I cautioned him. “I’m enjoying this too much.” Too bloody right. I love getting up close and personal to a bloke like this. There’s something about the way a good rim job can make even the strongest man turn to jelly that just gets to me. And then there’s the taste, the smell—there’s just something so bloody primal about
