Never had a kiss so unmoored me, so swiftly gouged out the ground beneath my feet and sent me falling, in every direction at once it seemed. I wanted her so much that it physically hurt.
He slips a finger between my legs and finds my clit with no problem, working it in slow, steady circular motions as he teases me.
“Yes, faster, ohhhh.” I’d moved closer to her and started sucking on her neck, kissing her throat and collarbone and jaw as I massaged her stiff little clit.
She could deny it no longer. Not wanting to see his face as she made this admission, a confession she couldn’t avoid. She had loved it. She’d loved him ordering her, demanding her obedience, commanding her every move.
At the last moment, I angle my head and kiss her cheek, her jaw, then lower—her neck. Sounds flow from her mouth like syrup—a sweet, slow treble counterpoint to the night’s frantic bass.