Oz
She came hard, her body lifting from the mattress like a woman possessed. It was only my hand flat on her stomach that kept her in place. I kept licking between her glistening folds, my tongue flat so I could catch up as much of her as possible.
Her taste exploded against my tongue - sticky, sweet. The most orgasmic thing I had ever tasted. Never in a million years would I get tired of having it on my tongue.
“God, Oz, that was...” Laura flopped back against her pillows, utterly boneless. Her eyelashes fluttered shut for a second and the slowest, most satisfied smile I had ever seen on a woman’s face flitted across her face. It was a look I wanted to put on her face every single day for the rest of her life.
“I lo…” I bit back the words that had threatened to spill from my lips. It
