Every lap of his tongue, every bob of his head, every stroke of his hand sends me spiraling toward release.
When he presses a finger behind my sack and swallows around me, I shatter into pieces in a way that I can't ever remember doing before in my life.
I struggle to catch my breath as Edward kisses his way back up my body, putting me together again bit by bit.
As soon as he's within reach, I grab his face, holding it steady. I gaze into his eyes for interminable seconds.
He cups my cheek as I whisper, "Thanks."
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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Edward, you are quite the lolli licker yourself I see. ;)
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