Demyen slowly eases his fingers from me, then immediately returns to licking and kissing between my legs. But this time, he’s lapping his tongue along my slit as if to soothe me, to help me calm from such a sudden and delicious release.
After several breathless moments just like this, he carefully eases my legs from his shoulders and kisses a path up my body to my lips. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so f*****g dirty.
I love it. I want more.
More, more, more.
But instead of mounting me and destroying me like I want, Demyen kisses my face and slides onto the bed. He stretches himself along my side and simply smiles at me.
“Has anyone ever told you that you taste like watermelon candy?”
I giggle deliriously. “You would be the first.”
I don’t understand what’s happening here. H
