Page 117 of Even Ground

“You did?”

I raise my head. “You didn’t?”

Her eyes dart from side to side. “Maybe.”

She arches her back to meet the rhythm of my hand again, but I have other plans tonight.

I drop my head so I can whisper in her ear. “I’ve thought a lot about eating your pussy.”

Her eyes widen.

I kiss my way down her body, across her stomach, and down to where my finger still strokes her clit. She parts her legs, and I crawl between them.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyebrows twitching in anticipation.

Leaning over, I tongue her clit, and she lets out a long breath, clawing the sheets as I tease her.

“Reece,” she cries out.

“You were worth the wait.” Sucking gently on her clit, I lap at her, enjoying the way she pushes toward me, riding my tongue until she arches high and drops back down, her whole body trembling.

“Hurry up,” she whispers.

“I’m going as fast as I can.” I laugh against her skin. “No one’s ever told me to hurry up before.”

“No one’s ever waited two years for you to get your shit together.” Her eyes flash with amusement, and I laugh again.

“I love being with you. Even when it was just virtually, the moments we were together were everything.”

Pania stops and looks into my eyes, blinking a bunch of times like she’s fighting back tears.

“I don’t cry, Reece. Don’t make me.”

“Even happy tears?”

She shakes her head. “Especially happy tears. Just love me.”

“That’s the easy part.”

I roll on the condom, and without another word lean over and slide into her. She raises her knees, and I drive in deep.

“Oh God! That feels so good.” She moans.

It’s all I need to fall for her all over again. We’re the perfect fit.

We move together with my mouth all over her body. I kiss her breasts, her nipples, her throat, her face. And then I kiss her deeply, gripping her hips and pulling her as tightly against me as I can.

She lets out a strangled moan, and I slip one hand between us, rolling her clit under my thumb until her pussy squeezes me as she climaxes again.

Placing my hands either side of her, I ride her orgasm until my body tightens, and I let out my own groan as my body soars and I come.

Pania pants as I slow. “Is that all you’ve got?” she teases.

“There are still thirty-five condoms to go.” I shrug.

She laughs as I pull out of her slowly and roll to her side.

Turning toward me, she lays her palm on my chest. “It wasn’t too bad.”

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