What’s going in first your tongue or your dick?

She already knows the answer — and so do you the moment your eyes land on her. That soft give of her hips, the way her thighs press together like a question you need to pry open slowly.

Your mouth moves first. It always does with a body like hers. You trace the curves she's flaunting, taking your time where she twitches, learning exactly what makes her breath catch and her fingers curl into the sheets.

By the time you're done tasting her she's past asking questions. She's only asking for more — and you haven't even started.