You were my first. But I might have been a twentieth to you.
I didn't mind this though, I was only hooked with the passion we shared, hooked with whatever we had.
You still weren't finished with eating me out, but I didn't mind this too. All that ever mattered at that moment was seeing you happy, seeing that smile on your face at the end. So I did everything I could until I finished you off.
Your voice broke. Your breathing faltered. Your legs stretched. Your hand on my hair.
I took it all in.
Inside my mouth.
I took you in, inside my soul.
