~ JESSE ~
Head back so those tendons on his neck stood proud, shoulders and arms tight and flexed, but outstretched like he'd opened his arms to God, Cazz's back arched, and his entire body quivered… he was stunning and surrendered, and I wanted him.
I opened my mouth over that tendon on his neck, flicked my tongue on his throat, dipped it into the hollow between his collarbones, kissed my way down his chest, opening the buttons on his shirt and tugging it out of his pants first, then pushing the sides apart when I had all the buttons free so his beautiful chest and abs were bare.
He pulled his head up like he was going to look down on me when I began to kiss my way down his chest to his stomach, tickled his navel with my tongue, traced the lines between his muscles with shaking fingertips, everything. All of it. I was tasting him everywhere, painting him in kisses, aching for him. My breath was growing harsher, my body demanding, and I couldn't get enough.
