Today’s Daily Prompt: Feast
A feast for my eyes, for my hands, for my mouth.
I want to lick, suck, kiss, all those places you like my mouth.
“Stop it,” I poke my toes into his side and he grabs my foot, starts to massage it.
You don’t want me to stop, he taunts me.
“Not the massage,” I agree with a groan of pleasure. “The other stuff.”
Less talking more doing? he asks hopefully.
“Can’t you see I’m done for the night.”
What about my feast? I’m hungry, where do you want me to bite you first?
His fingers are magic, his mouth even more so as he looks at me and bites his lip.
“Less talking, more doing,” I smirk.