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His lips moved lower, and I laughed and squirmed when he found areas that were sensitive and ticklish, but beneath it all, he was driving my need higher. His mouth was everywhere, sucking and licking. He bit at my hip bone and I gasped.

"Like that?" he asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, biting my lower lip. At his sharp look, I gasped, "Yes."

"My dirty girl likes being bitten. Good to know." His eyes flashed. "I want to leave my mark on you."

I shivered. As much as I liked the sound of that, I didn't ponder it because he'd flicked open the button on my jeans and his hand was buried beneath my panties.

"I'm going to make you come. Then, when you're wet and ready for me, I'm going to slide inside of you and fuck you until you scream, Gwen."

My body jerked at his words. His fingers rubbed my clit, and everything was working together, amping my system up more. I was wet and aching, and I needed him so badly I could hardly stand it.

He moved, his body no longer pressing against mine. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the loss. It was even worse when his hand left my pussy. He tugged my jeans and panties off in one move, baring my body to his eyes.

He stood, stripping off his shirt. He left his jeans on. My eyes took him in. He was gorgeous. I was too shy to admit that I wanted to touch him. My fingers itched to trace his tanned muscles. To follow that happy trail of hair that led down below the waistband of his jeans. I hadn't allowed myself the luxury of exploring him, even though we'd been sleeping in the same bed together now for over a week.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he rumbled, his eyes raking over my body.

My cheeks flushed at his compliments. I wasn't used to them. There'd been no pretty words, no blatant need...before. Making up my mind, I shoved all thoughts of anything other than Static out of my head.

He moved back onto the bed and before I knew what he planned he was lying between my thighs with my legs draped over his wide shoulders.

"Oh," I breathed, eyes widening when his lips closed over my clit. My back bowed off the bed and my fingers clutched the sheets as pleasure swept through me.

He lapped at me, his tongue flicking over the swollen bud and his finger slid inside of me. "I've missed this," he growled. "You taste so fucking good."

"Please," I gasped. "Static. Please."

"Does my girl want to come?" he asked me, adding a second finger. He pumped his fingers and I was right there. On the edge.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Beg me," he commanded.

All the uncertainty and embarrassment was gone. The man had his face buried in my most intimate place, how could I hold onto even a scrap of awkwardness? He was licking me like I was his favorite chilled treat on a hot summer's day.

"Please let me come," I wailed, everything in me tightening with need and pleasure.

"Come for me," he demanded, and sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers plunged into me.

My hips lifted, my whole body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me. "Static!"

His name echoed through the room and I didn't even try to hold back.

CHAPTER 26

Gwen

Before the last aftershocks had faded, he was kissing his way up my body. His cock nudged against my slick entrance and I gasped. I was floating. And while I did, he'd shucked his jeans and was ready to continue this. I wasn't sure I had the energy. I wanted to melt into a happy pile of goo right then and there.

"One more, Sugar," he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. "Give me one more and I'll give you what you really want."

"More?" I asked.

"One more," he repeated, kissing my nose.

I wasn't sure what he meant by what I really wanted, but I nodded. Anything for him. Everything for him. My eyes widened as he started to push into me. He was so much bigger than I expected. "Oh."

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