I looked up shyly wanting to confide the thing I wanted the most – afraid of what you might think.
“Just tell me,” you looked at me with those dark brown eyes full of question and lust.
The pause was truly pregnant, the air between us so sexually charged and yet simultaneously contained. My hesitation hovered in the air.
“No one’s ever eaten me out,” I said quietly, looking down, my cheeks flaring with shame.
Silence which made me look up.
“That’s it?” The look on his face was incredulous and he stifled a laugh. “I love doing that.”
