"Glistening," he breathed, tracing the outline of my pussy with one finger, back to his feather light touches. My hips bucked closer to his face, at the edge of the counter, and I earned myself another wicked grin. His gaze seared into mine and he slammed my legs open, putting my center on full display, and smirked before he dove in. And fuck, that ended every rational thought I could’ve hoped to have.