[ She likes the low sound of his laugh almost as much as she likes kissing him. That alone should probably give her pause because she knows that sentimental shit is dangerous in a situation like this, but then again, she’s already on her back in his bed, and he’s waiting for her answer, stalled two inches from eating her out.
It’s cute, that he asks like that. As if there were a possibility she might say no when she’s already stripped down to her panties, legs spread to make room for him between them. She meets his expectant gaze, her own eyes dark and heavy-lidded as she lets her thighs fall a little more open as an invitation.
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It’s cute, that he asks like that. As if there were a possibility she might say no when she’s already stripped down to her panties, legs spread to make room for him between them. She meets his expectant gaze, her own eyes dark and heavy-lidded as she lets her thighs fall a little more open as an invitation.
It’s low and wry when she answers: ]
You that eager to know what I taste like?