I let her do everything I was too scared to ask for. She didn't need my voice, my body gave her every answer she wanted. Her fingers and tongue moved like they owned me. Slow enough to torture, deep enough to ruin, perfect enough to make me forget every name but hers. She had me wide open, losing myself under her, like I was made to be worshipped through her touch again and again. I didn’t hold back, and she didn’t slow down. What I gave, she took it fully, and gave me more than I knew I could take.
