A taste

“Yes?” he asks. I manage a small nod, expecting Zander to break away. He does no such thing and Christian disappears from sight. The bed dips near my legs and I’m momentarily distracted by Zander rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and finger, he pulls my leg further to the side with his own leg. Sparks rush over me as Christian lifts my other leg to the side, spreading me before himself. I feel heat rising in my cheeks, I know he is looking right between my legs, I can feel his eyes wandering over me, examining me in my vulnerable state. Rough stubble grazes my sensitised skin and his warm flat tongue strokes a blazing trail towards my leaking core. Zander kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, back to my neck, lifting and bunching the top before swiftly pulling it from under me, and off over my head. My fingers slide into Christian’s hair, it’s a feeble attempt to stop his advances. How can I want to feel his mouth there but not want it at the same time? My other hand grasps at