Aftercare Quotes

“I am shocked by how soft his mouth is this time. How tender.
Just a dry swipe of his lips to mine, careful, though not tentative. He’s not asking if he can have me. He’s learning, listening, testing. If our kiss at the club was a wild, carnivorous massacre this is a slow, sensuous feast.
My mouth is so sensitive that just that first touch makes me whimper.
Grant pulls back with a quiet, shhhhh, before diving in again, his gaze glued to my mouth like he’s hungry. Wants more. Can’t stop.
Until the kiss isn’t exploring anymore; it’s taking. Drinking, then biting, tugging at my bottom lip, and letting it go. His cheek rubs against mine, sandpaper rough. His mouth smells like me, like sex.
With an irritable grunt, he changes his angle and licks deeper, his tongue making the kiss carnal instead of sweet, and so ravenous that I feel echoes of it between my thighs.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com