[ He never knew that the taste of someone's skin ( yours, he can't really think of anyone else ) could be so addictive, or that there was such a thing as a hunger that had nothing to do with actual food.
His eyes are looking back up your way as he kisses right over that spot, tongue swirling around the hardened nub, even as he's tracing lazy circles along the rim of your entrance.
He should have remembered the lube. He wants to feel the press of you around his fingers so bad. ]
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His eyes are looking back up your way as he kisses right over that spot, tongue swirling around the hardened nub, even as he's tracing lazy circles along the rim of your entrance.
He should have remembered the lube. He wants to feel the press of you around his fingers so bad. ]