I love when you taste my body

You can't stop staring at this cute face, the kind that makes your pulse do something embarrassing before you've even looked anywhere else.

You notice the way the body curves into itself, soft and deliberate, like an invitation you're already accepting. You feel the pull of wanting to press your mouth against warm skin, to trace every line with your lips until you've memorized the geography of it.

You know exactly what it would taste like — something clean and faintly sweet, the kind of taste that makes you lean in again. You'd want more before you'd even finished.