“Jesus, what are you doing to me?” He whispered. “Nothing,” I gasped, when his tongue circled my ear. “Baby, if that’s nothing, you’re gonna kill me when it means something.” — C.P. Smith Copy Share Image
“If you don’t want my tongue in your mouth, you better say so fast.” Her eyes had only the time to widen before my tongue traced the seam of her lips and forced their blue ferocity closed. All the air… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
