Close as we are, I can feel his erection pressed against my thigh and it's-- goodness, it's almost better than what he's just done, just the idea that doing that's turned him on so much. He's leaning forward, his eyes still so so dark, and I frown when he stops only centimeters away. It takes me a minute to get why he feels he needs to ask and then I glance down at his mouth, lips swollen and shiny and--

I just go for it. I don't feel so nervous this time even if the kiss itself is tentative. I'm not sure what to expect, but the taste is familiar and it hits me that this is really happening, that I'm tasting myself there because he just sucked me off. With a soft groan, I lick at the seam of his lips, my hand smoothing down his side to press in closer, tasting deeper, tasting more.