Allissa
“You kept count.”
“I count every hour I’m not buried in you.” He caught my hand before it could close around him and dragged my knuckles to his lips, breathing ragged. “Not yet. I have plans, and they begin with my mouth and your thighs around my head.”
Heat flooded between my legs at the promise alone. He felt it, of course he did, his nostrils flaring as my arousal hit the air, and the growl that rolled out of him was pure animal.
“Gods,” he rasped. “I can smell how wet you already are for me.”
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and laid me across the sheets, following me down, his body a wall of heat above mine. His mouth started at my collarbone and worked a slow campaign south, closing over one n****e and sucking until I cried out, then the other, his tongue rolling the
