“Good?” I say.
“Incredible,” he says, low.
I take another one. Place it just below my navel.
“Funny,” he breathes, already lowering. “This is exactly where I was going.”
“Then consider it a snack for the rest of the journey,” I murmur.
His eyes go black, his chest rising and falling in shallow, heavy breaths. He drops his weight, pinning me into the mattress, his mouth catching the truffle on my navel with a sharp, desperate bite. I gasp as his tongue sweeps my skin, hot and wet, the friction sending a jolt straight to my thighs.
He reaches for the pile on the sheet. Gets a truffle. Presses it to the spot below my ear and drags it down my neck, slow, following the smear with his mouth.
“That’s—oh yeah, that’s very—” He cuts me off, his mouth on mine, the kiss tasting like chocolate and whiskey.
He feeds me one chocolate, then his mouth is on my ribs. My stomach. His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear.
“Off,” I say, already pushing them down. “Now.”
He finishes the movement in one smooth pull, his mouth lowering to my hip, my inner thigh... my other lips. My hand finds his dark, messy hair, and whatever’s left of my rational self evaporates.
“Ash—”
What he does with his tongue that should require a permit. My spine leaves the mattress entirely. I’m whimpering, entirely helpless against whatever wicked tongue gymnastics he’s pulling off down there.
“Fuck,” I gasp as a particularly potent twist of his tongue whites out my peripheral vision.
God, this is so good... and relaxing. Every muscle in my body is loosening. One of my hands drifts from Ash’s hair toward my face, catching a yawn. When I try to drop my arm back down, it feels heavy. More than it should.
My vision whites out. A broken noise slips from my throat. His grip on my hip tightens. I’m close. So close.
“Yes—faster—”
He obliges, doubling down with a frantic rhythm that completely wrecks me. The intensity spreads, turning into a warm wave that swallows the room whole. I am pulsing right on the brink, my body growing heavier by the second, dissolving into the mattress.
Then, the ceiling tiles soften and—
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Ash
She’s delicious.
Yes. It’s the only word that fits. Her taste is everywhere on my tongue, my lips, the back of my throat, and it’s fucking glorious.
And underneath the taste, a magnificent smell begins to bloom, growing heavier with every second. It’s thick, sweet, and fruity. I can’t tease out the exact notes but the raw combination makes my canines ache.
I’m between her thighs, my mouth on her, and she’s moaning in rhythm with my strokes. I look up for a split second, tracking the beautiful contrast of her raven hair tangled against her fair skin, and the view only makes me more reckless. My tongue presses flat, circles, and presses again. I am losing the thread of anything that isn’t her.
But... wait. Is something wrong with me?
I feel a cool, tingling prickle at the tip of my tongue, like I’ve been chewing too much mint... and it’s spreading to my lips and the roof of my mouth.
I try to work through it, because she’s close, I can feel it. But just as her whimpers reach their climax, the clamp of herthighs around my face loosens. Her legs fall heavy and wide open against the bed, her hand slipping out of my hair and landing on the mattress.
What the fuck is happening?
I lift my head, my chin wet.
