"That," I declare with relish, "was fucking amazing."

And it certainly was. Already, I can feel the crescendo of my heartbeat beginning to slacken, the arcing bulge of my cock between your lips easing to a warm, cum-slathered fullness along your tongue. The lights behind my eyes are still sparking, the sheets curled up beneath my fingers almost torn from the intensity of my climax. You were fantastic, really. Better than amazing- your tongue, your lips, the frantic working of your hands, and then that desperate working of your throat as you'd swallowed down every last, thick drop...

Bliss.

Perfection.

But now I feel it, growing in the pit of my stomach to replace the pooling heat that had coursed down to my heavy sack and left it lighter, drained down your throat. An urgent need, driving my hands to twitch before taking your shoulders and pulling you up. Something ravenous inside me, my eyes gleaming now as I fix you with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, love," I positively growl, pushing you back onto the bed and setting upon you before you can respond. My hands on your hips, caressing, following the gentle curve and swell before my fingertips dance to your thighs, pulling them apart. Then up, just enough to bare you to me and expose what a gorgeously ready mess you are to my waiting tongue.

It's a kiss, of the sort they'd never show on the cover of romance novels, but it's a kiss nonetheless. Long and slow and passionate, my tongue teasing the shape of you and drinking in your taste like it's the only think keeping me alive.

Already I want your lips on me again, sucking and licking and just... doing me, drinking me in. But right now? Right now, I want to drink you in and let my tongue writhe until your whole body dances to its song.

Right now, love...

I'm hungry.

Sloth - Gluttony