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“What?” I ask, leaning up on my elbows as he moves slowly down the bed.

“It doesn’t seem fair that I came twice while you only got to come once.”

“I’m perfectly well satisfied,” I confess, feeling a spark of lust when he tugs my legs apart a little more.

“And yet you look like you’d like to be licked,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no if you’re offering,” I admit, though I feel extremely wet with his spend as well as my own juices.

He doesn’t seem to care about that.

“Good,” he murmurs, giving me a smile before he moves down and starts to tongue me slowly, making soft moaning sounds after almost every lick.

I lay back and enjoy the feeling as he presses his tongue deeper and harder through my lips and starts to swirl his tongue up and over my clit. He moves faster around that sensitive spot, and I feel myself getting more and more breathless as he pushes me closer and closer to a second climax.

When it finally comes, I’m left gasping and trembling in pleasure.

He lifts his head up. “Do you want to get under the sheets?”

“I’m not cold,” I assure him. “You’re just making me feel really good.”

He smiles. “Good, because I’m not done yet.”

Chapter eighty-six

Rueben

Getting to know my mate’s body feels more intimate when we’ve slowed things down. I might still be aroused by what I’m doing to make her feel good, and I know my knot would swell up again if she decided she needed it, but I’d rather learn the things she likes outside of just the awesome new party trick my cock can do.

Now, I know she likes my tongue, and my fingers and I’m more than welcome to lick her pussy clean between bouts of teasing her clit and making her tremble every time she comes.

The way she tastes, I could spend all damn afternoon and night licking her.

I’ve added salt to that citrus sweetness, and I don’t hate that, either.

When she’s come four times from my eager tongue, I realize I might be chasing my own pleasure more than hers, and I pull myself back.

“I’ll get something to clean you up,” I tell her, as I move off the bed. “We should probably head back home soon. The guys might be starting to worry.”

I don’t know how long it’s been, but I know we’ve been over here longer than we planned to be.

She sits up, and I realize the room has gotten darker.

We’ve definitely lost more time than we realized.

“We might be too late to avoid Karma,” she says. “I think she might be home already.”

I pull a face. “I’m not apologizing to her.”

“I wouldn’t either,” she admits.

“Bishop and Scout are way too good, am I right?” I ask as I head for the bathroom.

“They’re the perfect amount of good,” she denies. “We’re just slightly less perfect than they are.”

“I like that,” I say, nodding as I step into the adjoining bathroom.

I grab a towel and run the hot water tap. Once the water’s warm, I get part of the towel wet.

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