I feel his hand on my thigh. I’m ready for the night. I consider turning out the lights. We kiss. His breath is peppermint. His lips soft as silk. His tongue in my mouth. His hands on my hips. His skin next to mine.

I push him down. His teeth on my nipples nibble like a fish. His tongue rolls down my chest. I’m too excited to wait much longer. His head lowers further down. I feel his hair against my shaft. His mouth touched my tip. Between his lips, parting. I feel the warmth of his mouth. I feel an energy. I feel alive with his mouth moving up and down. I don’t make a sound. I just enjoy this time together.

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