Shame

Chance’s gray eyes bore into my brown ones. The question in his morphed as a look of understanding flashed in them. One second he’d been submissive and in the next he was dominant. I didn’t have to tell Chance what I wanted, he knew me and he knew my body like he’d explored it many times before, as if he wasn’t a stranger to my body and in a way, he wasn’t. I watched as he leaned in, his eyes held mine as his flat pink tongue slid into my pussy. My lips parting and wrapping around him as my legs widened for him. A moan fell from my lips as he slowly pushed deeper inside of me, his head inching forward. My chest rose and fell as I fought the urge to lose my eyes and let my head drop back. The need to bear witness to his snake-like tongue as it disappeared inside of me won out. My jaw dropped as he pushed deep, his tongue stretching as it pushed inside of me, and I watched as his nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

“Goddess,” I groaned. “That… that feels so good.” Pulling out of my cun