**‘You’re so wet already, Alison. You’re excited for this too, huh?**’ Eduardo lodged his body against mine, his morning erection nestled between my legs. He pulled me closer and kissed me in bed. We fell asleep last night without sex, after a nice dinner and Bordeaux at Toulouse Petit. We were both tired after a long week. Eduardo was in town for the night, a pilot on occasional layover at Sea-Tac who preferred my place to cold hotels. He wasn’t due back at the airport until early afternoon.
Eduardo positioned himself between my legs and went down on me. My sexual excitement was already on edge, and his hot breath and tongue tracing my inner walls sent me over the edge faster than normal. I tried to pull back, but Eduardo held me legs in place and ate me until I orgasmed. He growled and slid his body up to pin me underneath him and kissed me again. I could taste my myself in his mouth.