I grabbed Cheon's hips, positioning myself behind her. She looked back at me over her shoulder, those grey eyes darker than usual, clouded with want.
"You sure?" I asked.
Her answer came out breathy. "Stop asking me that."
Fair enough.
I leaned forward, spreading her with my thumbs. The view alone could've killed me. Pink, wet, perfect. I lowered my head and ran my tongue through her folds in one slow, thorough stroke.
"Ah!" Her arms buckled, face dropping to the mattress.
She tasted the same as last night. Honey and something floral I couldn't name. Addictive in a way that made no fucking sense. I gripped her thighs harder, holding her steady as I worked her with my mouth. My tongue found her clit, circling it before sucking gently.
