“I want to kiss every inch of you," he murmured and ground his cock against her mound. "Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck." He gave her hair a hard tug. "Every inch.”
“I want to kiss every inch of you. Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck. Every inch.”
“His mouth slid over her jaw and down her throat, her skin as smoothand sweet as cream. "God, you taste incredible," he murmured, his tonguesliding a teasing path along the edge of her bodice. "I want to lick every inch of you.”
“If she was mine, I'd cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now”
“I want to paper cut her. On every square inch of her body. And then roll her in salt water.”
“the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.”