I like the skin of his wrists. His hands are strong and powerful, the fingers calloused from years with a gun in his hands. But the skin at his wrists is soft and sensitive. When I kiss and lick him there, he makes the nicest sounds and comes close to begging. I like to hear him beg me, losing his vaunted control.
Tonight he tastes clean with only a hint of sweat. The taste is addictive. He is addictive. There are moments when I want to devour him. Instead I look for some new places to taste him.
THE END
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Author's Chapter Notes: Thanks belong to Judy :-) I'm breaking the rules of my own challenge but this one couldn't be ignored |