nnMy breathing isn’t too steady, and you haven’t even truly done anything yet! The gentle kisses up my thighs, the tender nibbling, and your soft tongue sweeping at the peak of my inner thigh threaten to make me come undone. My hands are fisted in my hair, lip between my teeth as I try my best not to scream. Those hands, calloused but gentle roam lightly over my skin, threatening to tickle or to touch, put no pressure on my skin. The anticipation is electric, and I can barely hear you when you lean close to whisper a single word:nn”Beg.”
