XLIV

Lick me dry? He doesn't mean what I think he does, right?

He goes down on his knees in front of me, his hands moving up from my ankles. They leave a burning path of shivers and goosebumps wherever they go. As they reach my knee, his mouth joins, slowly kissing the skin on my thighs. He moves up, until his face is extremely close to my burning spot and I begin to think that my assumption was right. He bites his lip, his eyes on my center while his hands move around it: they caress my hipbones, my upper thighs and suddenly, he looks at me and joins his hot mouth with my center.

I gasp, bite my hand to stop myself from crying out and look up at t