I roll off of him and lay on my back, and he props his head up on a pillow while he traces one of my nipples half-minded. When I’m not at work, I don’t mind being at home with him, whether we’re sitting on the couch sharing a joint, or I have him pressed against the slick wall of the shower, voice echoing off the walls. I’m trying to figure out what makes us work when suddenly something’s blocking my vision. He has these really dark eyelashes, and these wide blue eyes, they really are pretty. I’m not sure what it is, but seeing him like that just snaps something inside me. I lick the lipgloss that was transferred to my mouth off my lips, and even the way it tastes turns me on. My brows raise, and I scoot back on the bed a bit, sitting up to really look like him. I lick the lipgloss that was transferred to my mouth off my lips, and even the way it tastes turns me on.
