“I want to know what you’d do to me.”
“I just kissed the top of your head ever so gently. And then I kissed your eyelids and they fluttered underneath my lips, just a little. Then, very, very slowly, I just grazed your lips with mine. But because you’re married, I didn’t dare kiss them. Instead, I worked my way slowly down your neck, and I kissed every inch of it. And I lingered over your birthmark on your left shoulder. Yeah, that one. And I smelled you. I really inhaled and I smelled you. You smelled like you do. Like the way you smelled on the plane. The way you smell right now. The mixture of sweetness and… fuck. And I kissed your breasts. And I licked your nipples, and I stayed there for about an hour. And I was gentle at first, but I found out how that worked and you weren’t all that interested in me being gentle. And then I thought to myself, ‘I need to find out how she works, how every part of her works.’ And I spent about a week and a half with your body and I began to learn it and know it, every detail of it. And I played with you before I entered you, before I spread your legs and fucked you hard. I fucked you harder than I wanted to. But I couldn’t help myself. And I pulled your hair gently while I rocked inside you. I fucked your mouth and every part of you, until we were so intensely fevered that we couldn’t see straight anymore, and I filled you with my cum, and I told you again and again, ‘I love you.’ I love you.”
“…So, these martinis…”
Holy Moly! Ay Caramba!