47 Candied Hawthorns

His tongue was impossibly smooth and soft, brushing over me in such a tender caress that I thought I was going to melt into his mouth. I parted my lips, seeking him and trying to taste what he gathered from me.

His familiar scent was cool and crisp against the sweetness of the candies. The flavors blended together into the most hypnotizing ambrosia, washing away all my worries and frustrations from the day. I breathed in, exchanging more of the sugar on my palate with his earthy zest, reveling in the delectable treat. Our tongues danced an intimate tangle before he slid free and licked my top lip clean as well.

"Refreshing indeed," he said when he released me, "for all seasons."