

POV:
I press a single tomato beneath my heel. It bursts — warm juice sliding down my arch. I lift my gaze to yours.
“Lick it.”
You move closer. No hesitation. Your tongue touches my skin, slow and obedient, gathering every drop like it matters more than air.
I lean back slightly, watching you work.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now stay there. Don’t stop until I say so.”
You nod, lips still against me.
And I smile, already reaching for the next.. 😈