Arrick is probably as wound up as me and desperate to get laid. He’s not mucking around and taking his time. We don’t do long periods of celibacy very well in a normal month, and these past few weeks have heightened this to a fever pitch.

I pant as I let out a strangled moan of pleasure and claw at him, arching as I lose control and push my pelvis closer to that teasing tongue. He knows how to hit the right spot, and I lose control of all my limbs as he probes and sucks, and teases ...