“You think everyone doesn’t know?” His voice is quiet and his words are warm along the top of my ear. His lips are hot and his nearness is all-surrounding. His palms feel so strong and his arms flex control. I close my eyes and rest my hands on top of his. I bask in possession.
“You think everyone doesn’t see your smile, baby Bliss?” he asks, brushing his thumbs over the same place he started touching me last night. Low, low, low on my belly, right above where I’m so sore, right on top of ten million tightly-tingling little knots, he strokes circle shapes. “The way you move… You think you can hide what your body knows now?”
“You can shower.” He kisses the shell of my ear. “You can put on new clothes.” He kisses the side of my head. “You can take the smallest little steps,” he whispers, flattening both his hands out along the bottom of my butterfly-filled belly. I bite my bottom lip to keep my smile subtle.
“But I still see,” he tells me with more kisses along my ear. “My sex is all over you, B.”
- Dusty, The Elizabeths.