Her mouth is as sweet as her heart, and believe me when I say both are addictive in their own ways. When she speaks softly to me, when she smiles and says my name like it means something deeper, I melt. Her lips are tender and warm, they hold comfort, love, and reassurance, like coming home after a long storm. But her tongue oh, that tongue is something else entirely.
That tongue is trouble dressed in silk, fire wrapped in honey, sin tucked behind an angel’s smile. She knows exactly what to do with it and exactly how to use it. She teases me with it when she kisses me slow, when she pulls back just enough to make me chase her lips, when she drags it over mine and makes me feel the hunger build with every second she holds me there. She knows how to make me ache with just one word, one whisper, one filthy little promise slipping from between those lips. She speaks in soft moans and deep gasps, in wicked thoughts and teasing phrases, and each one coils around my spine and pulls me deeper into her heat. That tongue traces every inch of my body like she is memorizing me, and when she drags it across the places that make me groan, when she looks up at me while she’s doing it, all sweet and sinful at once, I lose every ounce of control. She flicks it, circles it, strokes it with a rhythm that makes my legs go weak, and she knows exactly when to speed up or slow down, when to press harder or tease lighter, just to make me beg. And the best part is the way she smiles through it all, like she knows she owns me in that moment. Her heart may be soft, full of love and tenderness, but that tongue is a weapon of seduction, and I surrender to it every time without hesitation. She is sweet when she wants to be, but when she turns that side loose, the one that lives between whispers and sheets, she becomes the fantasy I never knew I needed my addiction, my obsession, my undoing........
~ Monsters Lurking
~ Monsters Lurking
