[shailu4ever]

His mouth was warm


His breath soft against her skin.

He let his lips part slightly

Tasting the salt of the roti—and the faint trace of her.

He grazed the pad of her index finger with his tongue

Gentle, reverent, as if memorizing her.

Her breath caught.

She didn’t move.

Her fingers stayed within the curve of his mouth for a heartbeat longer

Suspended between invitation and hesitation.

He watched her closely

His eyes flicking between her parted lips and the slow rise and fall of her breasts.

Her hand remained suspended, caught between instinct and desire.

He took her fingers more fully into his mouth.

Then...

His tongue grazed lightly along the pad of her index finger, middle finger and her ring finger.  

Tasting her, feeling her.

She didn’t move.

For a heartbeat, the world faded around them.

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