Her hands squeeze parts of me already too tightly held in place by my attire.

She grins, tongue still in my mouth, feeling how wet I am.

"I want to eat your ass," I blurt out, immediately suffering at least two aneurysms.

Why did I say that? I don't eat ass. I have no idea if she's into it. What I meant is I like her so much I would do it. No, that isn't even true. I like her so much I actually, really want to do it.

My panic has lasted about two seconds.

"Can't wait," she says.