The biggest problem in this country is not corruption. The problem is that there are many qualified people who are not where they are supposed to be because they won't lick anybody's ass, or they don't know which ass to lick or they don't even know how to lick an ass. I'm lucky to be licking the right ass.' She smiled.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me? Is that usually what you do when you're attracted to guys?' I shake my head. 'Not your face, your dimple. And no. You're the only guy I've ever had the urge to lick.' He smiles at me confidently. 'Good. Because you're the only girl I've ever had the urge to love.
Jamie said in that voice of his, "You never saw us." "I never saw you, " the driver repeated, sounding dazed. "You drove this astonishingly hot underwear model from south Texas. You wanted to lick his abs." "I wanted to lick his abs." "You're such an asshole, " Stella muttered as she climbed out of the cab.
I hold the biscuits in front of his face and he stands up. "What do I have to do?" he says. "Nothing, " I say. "They're for you." "Are they poisoned?" he says. "No, " I say. "Eat one, " he says. So I do. "Probably the others are poisoned, " he says. "Eat a fraction of each." I eat a corner off each biscuit. He looks at the reminders suspiciously, then sniffs them. "I'm not sure it's worth it, " he says. "How I wish you'd never come. Perhaps you've left the poison off of just those corners." I begin to realize I'll doubt whatever information he gives me. "Lick the entire biscuit, " he says. "Then give them to me." So I lick each biscuit. "Both sides, " he says. I lick both sides of each biscuit. I give him the wet biscuits and he cracks them open and sniffs them. Then he puts them in his pocket. "What do you want?" he says. "Now that you've failed to poison me to death.
Our lips met and parted, and his tongue slid deep to taste me. The sounds from the peanut gallery-choking and retching-and the tug on my robe instantly drained the heat from the encounter. 'That's disgusting, ' Kola assured me with a glare that a six-year-old shouldn't have had. 'Why?' I asked snidely. 'Your mouth has germs, ' he informed me haughtily. 'That's why you told Hannah not to lick Chilly.' 'No, I told her not to lick Chilly because the cat doesn't like to be licked by her.' 'He licks his body.' 'He does, ' Hannah, our four-year-old, agreed with a nod. 'Kola's right.' 'But he doesn't want you to do it, ' I assured my daughter. 'How do you know?' Kola questioned. I had to think. Kola waited, squinting at me. 'Do not lick the cat! Nobody licks the cat!' Sam ordered when the silence stretched for too long.
Darren played with the ice cream before raising a spoonful to his mouth. I watched him lick it before he wrapped his lips around the spoon, closing his eyelids and savoring the flavor on his tongue. He slowly withdrew the spoon from his mouth and opened his eyes. He smiled coyly at my rapt attention. I just wanted to reach across the table, grab a fistful of his hair and lick the ice cream right out of his mouth.