Fisher pressed a soft kiss over my panties. Then his grip on my legs tightened, and he kissed me a little harder, sucking some of the thin cotton into his mouth. Biting it. And tugging it. Exposing part of my flesh.

Again, he kissed me hard. Sucked. Bit. Tugged.

My panties were no longer covering much. I fought the gullible thoughts tripping over themselves in my head. Thoughts of love and happily ever after’s. Some men showered women with poems and flowers. Maybe oral sex was Fisher’s way of expressing his love. Sadly, my panties between his teeth wasn’t exactly something I could photograph and share with my friends on social media.

#relationshipgoals

#myfirsttime

#LazySunday

#LickIt

We weren’t going public with our relationship anyway because it was ending soon.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” he said just before his mouth covered my bare flesh.

Just before his tongue parted me.

Just before he hummed.

I was …

Terrified to have his mouth there.

Elated because it felt so good. Too good. Sinfully good.

Confused because it wasn’t sex, but it was sex.

Surely, the look he gave me fell under Rory’s testicle removal threat. Did he think about that? Even once?

All the blood in my body made its way to the exact spot his mouth was on me. And it made it impossible to think or breathe. And yes, it made it really hard to keep from falling to the floor beneath my shaky knees.

“Fisher …” I found a tiny voice to speak one word as my body teetered to the side, my whole forearm resting on the frame as my other hand claimed a large handful of his hair and my knees bowed inward.

It was wrong! I knew it. I just didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity to stop it. A prime example of why giving in to temptation was a bad idea. There were points of no return, and I had breezed past mine the second he opened his front door.

Fisher was unrelenting and hungry. He seemed famished. Then he seemed … impatient, ripping my panties down my legs. I released his hair and reached for them, as if they were my last line of defense, even if they weren’t covering anything whatsoever at that point. Did keeping one item of clothing on make it less wrong?

Oops … I didn’t even remove my panties. He accidentally tripped and his mouth just landed there.

Fisher’s hands guided my legs to spread wider before he resumed his oral navigation and, in general, driving me to the edge of passing out or using really bad words.

“This is so wrong …” I mumbled.

In the next breath, he was gone. Well, his mouth was gone.

Fisher stood and chuckled, resting his hands on my hips to guide me backward to his bed while he kissed my neck. “Do you want to stop?”