Twisted Cravings
He pressed me against the counter, hands sliding under my dress.
“Round three?” he whispered, fingers already teasing my clitoris.
I laughed, pulling him closer. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, babe.”
He dropped to his knees, pushed my dress up, and buried his tongue between my legs.
I gripped the counter, moaning as he licked my clitoris and fingered me until I came again, biting my lip to stay quiet.
Our life wasn’t perfect. But it was hot, loving, and exactly what I needed.