[smut alert; don't read if uncomfortable ]
Her body was like poison to him but instead of poisoning him, her body drove him more and more dependent. He could imagine Roselyn's body with closed eyes and still be able to paint her body perfectly shaped in all its details, perfections, and flaws.
John kissed Roselyn's belly button and drew a trace of kisses all over her hips and down toward her intimacy.
When Roselyn felt John's lips tickling against her folds and kissing all over her opening and on the clitoral hood having Roselyn whimper and arch her back leaning her head against the wall.
He tickled her clitoral which sent fresh and pleasuring strokes all over her spine and a moan escaped from Roselyn's lips.
John pushed her closer to him from her thighs and slipped inside her with his hardness.
