He moved up her body, dragging his wet chin across her stomach, between her breasts, and finally hovering over her face. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
Evara tasted herself... the musk, the salt, the raw female essence. It was shocking, taboo, and incredibly arousing. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue fighting his, sucking on his lips to get more of the taste.
"You like that?" Sol broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.
"Yes," she admitted, her voice a broken whisper. "I like it. I'm disgusting."
"No," Sol corrected her. "You're hungry."
He sat back on his heels, his erection bobbing in front of her face. "Now. Show me you know how to return a favor."
Evara looked at the thick, veiny shaft. She hesitated only for a second. The primitive instinct to worship the thing that gave pleasure took over.
She reached out, grabbing the base. She didn't know the technique—she just opened her mouth and took the head in.
