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She has never looked more fuckable in her life, but I suddenly don’t want to take her just because I know I can.

“Intimacy,” I repeat. “Okay, I can do intimate.”

I lift my weight off of her and sit back on my heels. I work the leggings down her legs and pull them off. I grin when I see that she isn’t wearing underwear.

“You always rip them when you tear them off,” she says to me. “I don’t have any clothing to spare here, so I thought it would be smart to skip putting them on.”

I smile at her. “Clever,” I say to her, before dipping my head and running my tongue through her slick folds. She cries out and arches into my mouth, and I oblige her by pressing my tongue into her depths.

“Oh, God,” she murmurs to herself as I lick and suck, tugging her toward the brink of orgasm, only to retreat over and over again. I realize that I have never done this for her.

I had made her suck my dick countless times when we were together, but I had never gone down on her. She tastes and smells like heaven, and I find that I am enjoying making her writhe with pleasure even without being inside of her.

“Please,” she says to me. She’s panting, twisting and contorting her body as she looks for release. “Please make me come.”

I lift away from her, wiping my hand over my mouth. She looks up at me, her expression languid, her lips bruised from our violent kiss.

“Show me how you like it.”

She frowns a little at that.

“Show me how you take care of yourself when you’re alone,” I clarify.

She smiles at me ever so slightly, a cat-in-the-cream expression on her face. “I don’t think of you when I fuck myself,” she tells me.

I ignore the taunt. “I didn’t ask you that. I told you to show me how you make yourself come.”

She doesn’t move for a moment, but then she lays back on the mattress, bringing her hand up to her needy pussy.

She circles her clit a few times, moaning as she does so, then delves two fingers inside herself. I watch her curve them upward as she rocks her hips toward their pressure.

There’s something incredibly intense about watching her so lost in her own pleasure.

“Look at me,” I order her, sensing that she is about to come.

She doesn’t respond, and I say more firmly, “Kate, look at me.”

Chapter Twelve

Kate

I’m so close to coming. I can feel the orgasm hovering in my nerve endings, waiting to crash over me. Then I hear Elio’s voice.

“Look at me.”

I ignore the words, wrapped up in the sensations going on inside my body.

“Kate, look at me,” he says again, and this time, I obey.

My eyes meet his dark gaze, which is warm with hunger and need, and the orgasm that had been waiting in the background washes over me with the force of a tsunami.

I hear someone crying out over and over, and I realize, belatedly, that it’s me making those sounds.

I’ve never come like this in all my life.

The pleasure is almost painful it’s so intense. Wave after wave of feeling ripples through me and I feel a tear slip down my cheek. I keep my gaze locked with Elio’s as I ride out the orgasm, feeling more naked before him than any of the times that I had been without clothing in his presence.

“How was that for intimacy?” he asks me, his voice cocky and a smug smile gracing his lips.

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