[She knows exactly what he means when he replies. To most, it may be a mere one syllable word. But to her, it's not the word itself that matters in the end. It's the way he says it. The emotions he conveys in the word is what really matters. Because she knows. She knows in the way he smiles at her and kisses her.
And it's enough for her.
The moment passes and as soon as he pulls his lips away from hers, she recognizes a glint in his eyes that means she's in trouble. But it's definitely the best kind of trouble.]
Tommy! [It's a gasp of his name as sensation races through her and she bucks against his mouth.] God, Tommy. I love it when you go down on me.
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And it's enough for her.
The moment passes and as soon as he pulls his lips away from hers, she recognizes a glint in his eyes that means she's in trouble. But it's definitely the best kind of trouble.]
Tommy! [It's a gasp of his name as sensation races through her and she bucks against his mouth.] God, Tommy. I love it when you go down on me.