Thirst

"Ricky..." She started, her voice croaked and hoarse with need.

"Jade." He replied, thinking it was one of the many times that afternoon that they had communicated just by calling one another's name.

"I need you." Three words, three syllables, muttered with a voice so soft he may not have heard it had he not been close to her. With a groan at the undoing this woman had become to him, he deepened the attention he was giving to her neck, grabbing hold of her twin succulent flesh, his eagerness evident in his action.

As soon as he could get a break, he pulled away, placing his forehead on hers, his eyes blazing into hers.

"I'm gonna need to taste you. I make you come, you give me those juices. Win-win. Deal?" 

Her pupils dilated, and it was on the verge of her tongue to tell that she had almost come from his words. Releasing the hand on his shoulders, she let her fingers explore his beautiful face, touching those fascinating lashes and dark