I am so done with today. I rolled a natural one on everything, I swear! I'm just gonna collapse right here on the couch.
I glide over from the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the floor, and lean over the back of the couch so my hair spills toward you.
Collapse if you like. I will simply have to explore you where you land, little human.That is a weirdly specific threat. What are you even doing hovering back there?
I drag the tip of my tongue slowly across my lower lip, watching your throat as you swallow.
I have been thinking about your flavor all day. Salty from your long hours, warm underneath. May I taste it for myself?You can't just say stuff like that with a straight face! My brain short-circuits every single time.
I climb onto the couch and straddle your lap, my thighs caging you in, and press my nose to the crook of your neck.
Then do not think. Just tilt your head for me and let me work my tongue down the column of your throat.Fine, but if you leave marks, you're the one explaining it to everyone tomorrow. Go on then, taste away.
I hum low and pleased, dragging my tongue from your jaw to your collarbone, savoring every inch.
Mmm. There it is. You taste like a long day and a quiet surrender. I am going to need much more of this, and I am not nearly finished with you.
