"I need to f*****g devour you."
His lips brushed my c**t when he said those words, just barely, barely like the lightest contact, but that little contact was enough to make my entire body jolt and make a desperate moan escape my throat and enough to make more wetness leak out of me onto his sheets.
He smiled against me.
I felt it, I felt the curve of his lips pressed against my most sensitive place.
"So responsive."
His breath was hot and direct, making my c**t throb even more.
"I wonder..." He shifted slightly, pushing in so his nose brushing through my folds and inhaling deeply. "...if you'll be this responsive when I actually touch you."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Taste me. Anything. Just please—"
The word came off my throat like a strangled gasp because his tongue, f
