I was too consumed to keep my hand going when I exhaled right along with her while I watched her features melt into a kind of bliss I chase daily. 

Wasting no time Birdy got up from the bed, holding all of my attention, crawling on her hands and knees straight for me. That same burning sensation from not breathing took up the space in my chest when she kneeled down between my legs. 

The same stare wasn’t breaking between us, it was like she was willing me to now come on demand. My hand moved painfully slowly, still too determined to split my focus between her and getting off. 

Her still labored voice whispered, “I wanna taste you so I know if you taste like sin or secrets.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat I held up my hand and snapped my fingers before I decided to completely fuck the rules. She was sitting there staring up at me in her post-orgasm bliss asking to taste my sins and secrets - and I’m supposed to obey my own rules? Nah, please tell me how I could have that much strength to resist.