JESSE
I was going to have my way with her, but I needed to take care of her first.
Vivian was putty in my hands. Pliable. A willing participant who moved with me, a dance partner in the dark. She was quiet in the beginning, hiding her moans of pleasure behind a hand clasped over her mouth. I was about to tell her not to hold it in, but it brought me a great sense of achievement when I touched her just so and unleashed a languid groan. At some point, I took it as a challenge to get her to scream with just my tongue.
The sounds she made, every whimper, every pant, every soft oh was music to my ears, high-pitched and angelic and somehow the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard. She gasped with every flick of my tongue against her, she whined with every circle I drew. Her knees shook. Her back arc
