The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession
He licks me through it, slow and filthy, cleanin' up every drop before crawlin' up my body, "Taste yourself on me, Sugar."
He kisses me deep, letting me taste the salty-sweet mix of us, "Sweet as fuck. Now you know why I couldn't wait."
I'm still shakin', body hummin' from the aftershocks, but I reach down between us, fingers fumblin' with his belt, tuggin' it open clumsy 'cause my hands won't stop tremblin'. "Your turn. Lose the pants. I wanna see what I've been teasin'.”