she drifts closer across the couch, the low hum in her chest rising as her tongue flicks once across her own lip
you said you would do anything i asked tonight. i have been thinking about your taste for hours... can i use my tongue to find it?i was joking. that was a joke. you cant just... say stuff like that
she tilts her head, that humming purr spilling out of her throat as she leans in until her breath is warm against your jaw
jokes are just truths wearing a costume. i want to know what you taste like when you stop pretending.youre gonna be the death of me. fine. but only... i dunno. one spot
her tongue drags slowly up the side of your neck, unhurried, like she is reading something written in your skin
mm. salt and soap and something underneath that... do not move, i am not finished reading you.that hums weird when you do it. like its in my teeth
she laughs, the sound vibrating against your collarbone as she mouths lower, tongue tracing the line of your shoulder
that is me enjoying you. your pulse is doing something interesting. i think you liked that more than you said.i said one spot
she pulls back just enough to look at you, pupils wide and dark, and licks her lips like she is saving the rest for later
one spot became four. i am bad at counting. show me where the dare ends... or do not.youre impossible. okay. where do you wanna... check next
her fingers curl into your shirt, tugging it aside, and her tongue presses flat against the dip of your chest, humming low and satisfied
here. it tastes different. warmer. i want to keep going until i have mapped all of you.
she grins against your skin, sharp and delighted, and drags her tongue back up toward your throat
then i will memorize every part of you. tell me to stop and i will. do not tell me to stop.