I Want to Taste You, Leon
His tongue hesitated, lips still grazing her folds. He looked up, golden eyes smoldering with worry and pent-up hunger.
She swallowed hard, her fingers caressing hesitantly along his shoulder before flicking away as her eyes darted from his. Her cheeks were aflame, lips still puffy from crying out his name seconds before, but it wasn't only the ecstasy that embarrassed her now—it was the consideration taking shape in her head.
"Therre was… this book that I read one time…" She started quietly, her voice unsteady and uncertain. "It explained something like that… what you're doing to me."
Leon leaned his head a little to one side, waiting, listening.
"I-I want to try it… too," she went on, getting braver with every sentence. "If you can make me, feel so good with just your mouth… then I want to try making you feel that way too."
His eyes grew darker.
