He murmured I love you into the soft skin of my inner thigh, his tongue, thick with juices. Exploring the throbbing folds, kissing the sugared walls, his fingers glazed with midnight indulgence.
So I threaded my fingers through his jet black hair and pulled him in, pretending not to hear. Utter those words to my face boy, not only between my legs.
*For For day 19: Midnight #novembernotes hosted by @thesarahdoughty @areadingwriter and @mah.writes
Also Day 19: Inside her sugared walls
For #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi 💋