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“We’ll see.” No way in hell she’s touching me tonight. I’ve set my boundary. “But right now, I’m going to make you come hard.”

Her nostrils flare over the promise and her cheeks turn slightly red, but she doesn’t avert her gaze. It’s like she’s daring me to do exactly as I said I would.

Placing a last kiss on her breast, I slide my mouth down over her dress and use my hand to push the hem up higher from below. I move my body down hers until my face hovers over the panties I’ve only gotten a peek of.

They’re sexy in a very sweet way… plain cotton with a wide lace strip at the waistband. They ride high on her hips, and I trace my finger along the edge where more freckles dot the landscape of her pale skin.

I dip a finger under the fabric and muse out loud, “I wonder if you’re wet.”

Mazzy lifts her head from the pillow to watch me. She doesn’t say a word, but she squirms slightly.

“I bet you are,” I whisper, my gaze dropping down to the sweetness those panties are covering. My dick aches but I ignore it, slipping my fingers inside her underwear. I can’t help but groan as I find smooth skin, a sign that she waxes, and my mouth starts to water.

I glance up her body, find her eyes pinned on me with an intensity that makes me feel like writhing. I hold her gaze as I glide a finger through her slit and immediately find her wet.

Mazzy groans as I find her clit, circle it once and then press a finger into her. Her hips shoot off the bed as she cries out, “Oh, God, that feels good.”

I smile, pull my finger out and thrust it back in. Her flesh is hot and slick and I add a second finger.

“Foster,” she pants, rotating her hips.

I like my name on her lips. I like the sounds she’s making and I love the way her body tries to demand more of me. After a few more pumps of my fingers, I pull them out and massage around her clit with slow, gliding patterns. Mazzy moans—her breath ragged and uneven—and her hips jerk every time I graze over the top of that sensitive flesh.

“Mazzy,” I murmur, noting her eyes are closed. I wait for her to look at me and when I have her attention, I say, “Your pussy is so warm and wet. I know my cock would feel good in it.”

“I think it would too,” she gasps as I press down on her clit. “Why don’t you show me?” she demands.

Chuckling, I shake my head. “This is all about you. And when I do fuck you, you’ll see just how perfect we fit together.”

“Not fair,” she mumbles and then loses the ability to talk when I yank her panties down and replace my fingers with my mouth. She utters garbled words that make no sense. I attack her clit with my tongue, battering it with the need for her to come. She groans, bucks, and I think I make out a four-letter curse word, which makes me smile against her wet flesh.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I press two fingers back inside her and that’s all it takes for her to splinter. Mazzy cries out, the force of her orgasm stiffening her entire body. I lazily lick her through the hardest of her tremors and when I look up her body at her, I find she’s staring at the ceiling, her breasts heaving.

Pressing a kiss to her lower belly, I pull my hand free and climb up her body. I hover over her, looking down to make sure she’s okay.

Her eyes slide to mine and she smiles crookedly. “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

“Untie me so I can do the same to you,” she orders like a little general.

“Nope.” Although a small part of me wants to go back on my promise to myself not to fuck her. My dick hurts. “Not until you’re fully sober.”

I go to my knees so I can use both hands to untie her wrists. I rub them gently once they’re released. I take a moment while she’s lying there all boneless and right her clothes. I pull up her panties, put her bra back in place and straighten her dress. Then I bend down to kiss her.

“This isn’t fair,” she murmurs, reaching a hand up to stroke my jaw. “You surely don’t believe that my principles are screwed up, do you?”

“Of course not,” I assure her.

“Good… because I’m a progressive modern woman who believes that sexual pleasure can and should be sought out in safe ways. I’m not loose and I don’t sleep around, and I would never have sex with someone I didn’t trust and know fairly well. I would never have a moment’s doubt going all the way with you because I trust you. I don’t believe you have to be in love with someone to share your body, but I have enough respect and care for you that there would never be a single regret.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, although I really would love nothing more than to take a shower now and jack off to the memories of what I just did to her. “And I hear everything you’re saying. This is about me wanting to be sure.”

“You’re not being fair to me,” she says, and that catches me off guard. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Mazzy,” I say softly, apology in my tone.

“But I get it. I understand you have some sort of code because I drank some wine.”

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