Sophia:
My fingers were tangled in Toby's hair when Wit lifted my hips, pulling my pants off and tossing them to the floor. His hands ran up my legs, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide.
His fingers parted me; tenderly, he touched me; lovingly, he worked.
Toby lifted my shirt, breaking our kiss only long enough to toss my shirt to the floor the same way my pants had been done.
Wit pulled my hips, bringing me closer to him. His lips kissed, nibbled, and sucked my thighs until his tongue parted me just as his fingers did.
The tenderness he once held was long gone. In its place was the man who knew exactly how to work me, who showed his other nature, the one that hid deeply behind those sweet eyes.
"You love the way Wit tastes you, don't you beautiful?" I nodded, unable to fin
