Short Sketch
My back pressed to the bed, his arms circling my thighs, his lips kissing mine as I stare into his eyes. They twinkle with mischief, desire, need. He pulls me closer every time, feasting on me until I sing.
“More. More. More.”
A hand pressed to my belly to hold me still then both hands grip my hips.
I am eaten, devoured, savored.
“I could do this all day.”
Could he subsist on me? I’d let him. I’d let him take up residence there, tasting until I am overwhelmed by the sweep of his tongue.
His eager lips know every inch of me from clit to the tight pucker behind.
He’ll eat his full and I’ll relax and let him.