Surprisingly, Titania was also good with kisses. Exceptionally good. It was almost, like she practiced every day or something.
Her small tongue wrapped around mine with confident little tugs, pulling me deeper before pushing back into my mouth, licking the roof and the base in long, languid strokes that reminded me of a sluggish serpent uncoiling.
I was going to die from ecstasy; my whole body lighting up, every nerve singing under the slow, deliberate way she explored me back.
Ah, now that I think about it, she had a lover before…
But c'mon, that was literally more than a hundred million years back.
She should not remember it in details like this, should she?
The muscle memory, the rhythm, and the teasing little flicks and curls... it was too precise and too practiced.
Or perhaps she'd had other lovers after her first husband? Secret ones, hidden away from the world, just enough to keep the skill alive while her heart stayed locked?
[Hey, my love…] [Ben]
