07

LAURA

Before I knew it, he hoisted me up onto the kitchen island and wedged his body into the space between my legs. His head dipped, leaving kisses on a straight line down my body—one that undoubtedly would lead to my core—and just as I predicted, his mouth latched onto my pussy lips.

A moan escaped my lips, so embarrassingly loud, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. This man had one incredibly talented mouth. Thank fuck that I had washed up over the night when I got up to pee, else I would have been grossed out that he was eating me out.

Just like last night, when the orgasm hit me, it was full-bodied and earth shattering. It felt like I had absolutely no control over my body, like I didn’t know who I was anymore. Like I was on the outside, watching what was happening to my body, but was incapable of doing anything, but watch.

Sex was good, but I was never so abandoned, the way that I was now, when I had it. It was just so different with him. Maybe because I was actually