An opening the was now pulsing slowly and freely flowing with lubrication.

“Would you like me to kiss you?”

“Yes, please.” She groaned.

He quickly got off the bed and went back around to her head, kissing her full on the mouth. Then, planting soft tender kisses on her lips, “is there anywhere else you’d like me to kiss?”

“Yes. Down there.”

“Down where?” He prompted.

She didn’t say dirty words often. Especially THOSE dirty words.

“Where my hands are.” He wasn’t going to let her off that easy.

“And where are your hands?”

“Between my legs.”

“And what are your hands doing between your legs?”

“They’re holding me open.”...