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“What would you like first?” he asks. “I’ll do anything you want, Felicity.”

My head falls back on his shoulder as he continues to place open mouth kisses on my shoulders and neck.

“I want you in my mouth,” I tell him.

He stills. “Is that true?”

“I only tell you the truth.”

He straightens and I turn, putting my hands on his chest and staring at him before I unbutton his shirt.

“You have too many clothes on.” I hurry to remedy that, and my fingers stumble over themselves in my rush.

He doesn’t move, his eyes watching my every move, the bulge in his pants letting me know how much he wants me.

His whispers egg me on, encouraging me, praising everything I do. I fall to my knees.

You’re so fucking beautiful…

Do you see what you do to me…

I dream about that mouth, that pussy…

I can’t wait for it…

And on and on, the husky rasp of his stream of consciousness feeds me.

By the time I lower his zipper and pull him out of his boxer briefs, I’m trembling. And when my tongue circles his head, we both moan.

“I could come just looking at you on your knees,” he says.

I dip my mouth over him, taking him in an inch and then two and he sucks in a breath.

When I take him in deeper, humming when he tugs my hair into his fist, his entire body tenses. He rocks into me, testing how much I can take, and when I look up at him, he curses and gives me more. When he reaches the back of my throat, he can’t hold back anymore, and fucks my mouth. His thrusts are sharp across my tongue and lips, and my teeth make him cry out for more.

“I’m close,” he says, and I don’t let him pull back.

It doesn’t take long before he’s coming with the sexiest raspy groan.

His fingers are shaking when I pull my mouth away and swallow, and he runs them over my lips.

“That was perfect,” he whispers.

He lifts me to my feet and bends down to pick me up, carrying me through the living room and into one of the bedrooms. When he puts me on the bed, he stares at me reverently.

“I want to remember the way you’re looking at me right now for the rest of my life,” he says.

I lean up and reach out my hand for him.

“Fuck,” he exhales.

He leans down and licks me over the lace, already ravenous. I whimper and he slides the lace aside, dipping his tongue deep inside like he just can’t wait and then coming back out to lick the rest of me thoroughly.

I dissolve into the sheets, writhing and bowing off the bed, I grip his hair with both hands and press him into me.

He laughs against me, his warm breath adding to the sensation and when I beg him formore, more, please, more, he lifts up long enough to ask how to get the lace off.

I show him and help him, untying the ribbons and lifting up as he slides it down my body.

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