Bare creamy thighs opening in the moonlight, the longest parting of my life. Nails rake along legs when I draw closer to this glistening nexus, flesh quivering the way a wave does right before gravity causes it to crest.
Tongue gliding between lips, greedily lapping at the slow river of ambrosia flowing. A slight tang mixed with sweetness like ripe cherries. Circling the hood, massaging the swollen tender bud beckoning with heat.
Fingers glide inside as a sigh escapes, an intimate breathless note. Lips sealing over the bud with the delicious pressure of suction.
I’m just beginning to devour you.
