Everetta bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out, breaking the kiss.
Instead of stopping, he began to trail kisses on her face, the tips of her ears, then her neck. She felt his teeth graze her skin.
The combined effort of his hand and lips made her toes curl.
She trusted him with her body - he could do whatever he wanted with her.
Then his finger flicked over her sensitive nub and her knees drew shut like a curtain.
Everetta came undone.
Pleasure rolled through her in waves and she clutched fistfuls of his sheets to keep herself grounded.
He smiled down at her. A soft kind of smile. "I call that 'fireworks'".
Her heart leapt in her chest.
Fireworks.
Oh.
But then again, that meant she wasn't the first woman he was experimenting the said technique on…
She turned her face away but he caught her chin just in time. Being forced to look into those soulful eyes of his, the feeling of jealousy gradually faded.
She had something the other women didn't have…
