I got the bra off. Her nipples were already tight, and when I got my mouth on one of them the lines under her ribs flared bright enough to throw shadows on the ceiling, and she swore in something that wasn't English.
Her hands went into my hair and pulled.
"Do not be careful with me," she said. "Every single person I have been with in fifteen years has been careful with me. It is exhausting."
Message received.
I put her on the bed hard enough that she bounced, got her out of the rest of her clothes in under ten seconds, and dragged her to the edge of the mattress by her thighs. She was slick already, and hot, genuinely hot, temperature-regulation hot, and when I got my mouth on her the heat went straight through me like a live wire touching water.
The drain went wide open.
