Me: What you get.

Babe. There's yet another thing you need to know about me.

Oh, babygirl, I wish I could survive on just the sweet, wild nectar that your body will offer me… but I am human. This is the real life, so… yeah, sometimes, I will need sleep. I will have to eat.

But listen close, babe.

For me?

Sex begets sex.

You think I'm hungry now?

Wait five minutes after I've brought you to your knees. When the sounds you made are still echoing in my ears, and your taste is still on my tongue…

That's when it really starts.

Because those memories?
They stick.
They haunt.
They fuel me.

They don't fade after a day. Or a night. Or five.

They make me hungrier.

So if you think you're gonna be the one writhing? If you think I'll be satisfied with just one round?

Just… careful what you wish for, honey.

You might just get it.

And then what're you gonna do???

Well…

Shall we find out?

Lie back for me, baby. Let your thighs fall open. Let me see the truth of what I've done to you. The proof. The evidence.

And then let me taste it.

Slowly. Reverently. Like I'm sipping the smoothest bourbon on earth from the cup of a goddess.

Let my fingers feel you.
Feel your skin.
Feel the inside of you.

On this night, I'm not here to conquer — I'm here to learn.

I want to find out what sounds you make when my tongue flicks soft, then firm.
How your breath escapes when I circle instead of stroke.
What kind of moan you make when my fingers press just a little bit deeper — or when they stop.

Because this isn't about getting you off. Not tonight.

This is about knowing.

This is about learning the language of your body, syllable by syllable. Until I can speak it fluently with my hands, my lips, my tongue, my body.

(though, if you do get off… well, that's just a bonus, right?)

You won't need to guide me, babygirl. Not after tonight.

Because every gasp you make, every time you shift your hips, every sound you can't stop yourself from making…

I'll memorize it.

And the next time?

I'll know just what to do.

And the time after that?

You won't even remember your name.

Mmm baby, I love you.

And I'm gonna love learning every corner of you.

Every. One.

So just relax, babygirl.

Let me listen.

Let me learn you.

Because I want to know everything.

Where you break. What makes you bloom.

The way your body trembles when my breath grazes just the right place.

And maybe — just maybe — I'll find somewhere even you didn't know could make you beg.

(and then know that I'll spend the next week dreaming of it every waking moment…)

That's what you get, baby.

Me.
Hungry.
Gentle.
Endless.

Yours.