The taste of You

"Feel how wet you are, taste yourself", she commanded again and I tasted my own juice.

"Delicious".........

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Nova Matthews, a mother, a fighter and most importantly, a survivor.
Rachel Sanchez, a loner, a fighter and most importantly, a drowning soul.
Two people on different boats but on the same sea, identical scars that holds different stories and in search of one thing. Love.

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"Nov....", She gripped my waist and whispered.
"Let me pleasure you, let me taste you", I dipped my head and nipped on her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her," please". I looked at her, asking for her permission and when she finally defeated the storm that brewed in her electric blue eyes, she nodded at me.