Chapter Nine
AudenI open my lips and press my mouth to his wool-covered erection. I can still smell him, the faint smokey smell, and I can smell the clean wool, and everything is perfect, and then he slides his other hand into my hair, and everything is even more perfect. I relish the kicks his c**k gives against me, as if I’m not moving fast enough for it, which I’m not, I know I’m not, because I’m not moving fast enough for myself either.
I look up and meet his eyes as I let go of the needle, which dangles from the almost-finished hem. And then I slide my hands up his thighs. I have never knelt like this, never looked up at someone like this, and it’s beautiful, it’s galvanizing. It wouldn’t get me hard on its own, but it’s almost like I wouldn’t need it, not in the end. Like the
