I didn't understand what she meant at all, but I didn't want her to be good. I slowly kissed my way down the underside of her breast, to her stomach, which fluttered and tensed beneath me. I felt her small hands, both of them in my hair now, pushing urgently down. I resisted. I didn't need to look to know that her eyes were on my head now, willing me to move faster. I knew that they would be wide and needy and full of something which scared me.
It was when I tasted her for the first time things started to go wrong. My lips met her wetness, and I swear her musk was enough to make me insane. I wanted her more than I had wanted anything. More than I wanted to live. I'd never felt like this about anyone, and I doubt I ever will again. It hurt. Deeply in my stomach, my mind, my balls. I ached,
