SWEET SPOT
Ezekiel kissed my inner thighs softly, then looked up at me with a satisfied, hungry smile, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I could barely speak, still trying to catch my breath, my body buzzing with aftershocks.
Ezekiel kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself on him. The flavor was musky, slightly sweet, and strangely erotic. When he pulled back, he pressed his thumb over my swollen lips, eyes dark with lust.
“See how good you taste?” he asked, voice low and rough.