Here’s a scene from my current WIP, Las Vegas Circle, in which Thomas finally remembers what it’s like to get pleasured; it’s been over a hundred years, after all–
I almost start sobbing with relief, it’s been so long. The way he’s playing me, using me like an instrument, it’s-incredible. I open my eyes and drag my gaze down to him, and his eyes are looking up at me, that half lidded grey gaze from under those lashes, making us both drunk on sex while those incredible lips slide up and down and his cheeks hollow in and out every time he makes a downward stroke. Fuck—right down to the root. And what’s that wiggly thing he’s doing with his tongue? It should be illegal.