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“I want it.”

“Want what?”

She huffed a laugh. “I want you to eat my pussy! Clear enough?!”

“You don’t have to shout.” I released her and scooted down the bed, settling on my knees on the step, the perfect height for what we both wanted.

She ran her hands over her face, through her hair, expelling a ragged here-we-go breath as I drew her skirt up, pushed it to her waist. Looked down.

No panties.

I stared. Just stared. I hadn’t been this close before.

She was perfect. If anyone could rightly be called a connoisseur of the female mons, I suppose I was it. And hers was…top shelf. I had to say something to break the trance I was in. “I never would have guessed this was part of the outfit that night.”

Her palms were on the side of her head, looking at the ceiling. She chuckled hoarsely, “It wasn’t. That night, I was wearing panties that matched the bra.”

“Why the change?”

She looked down her body at me. “Because you didn’t get to take advantage of it at dinner on Thursday night. Because?—”

“Don’t you dare say his name.” She laughed and I studied her. “Tell me. What would I have done?”

After a moment: “You would have spread my legs.”

I grabbed her knees and tugged her down, pulling them apart as I did. “Like this.” It wasn’t a question. “And then?”

“Touched me.”

I placed my hand on her upper thigh and slowly dragged my thumb upward over her seam, rubbed the back of my knuckle lightly under her nub a few times. Felt her begin to part. Used my other hand to help that along. “Anything else?”

“Tasted me.”

I dropped my head.

Christ, she was candy. I could get lost here. She was going to have to ask me to stop.

I used my lips for the broad strokes, my tongue for the finer work. In return, she liquified, her body becoming a saturated palette.

She made a sound of surprise and I glanced up. Her head was lifted, watching me, the cords in her neck taut. I lifted her legs, put her feet on my shoulders, pushed her knees back toward her chest, and feasted.

She bucked, her inner thighs clenching my head. I took time, letting her get used to it. Kissed her pubic bone, ran slow, soothing hands up the outsides of her legs, over her stomach, and up to her breasts. Palming them. Massaging. The whole time, tasting her depths.

Her body unfurled to the mattress, a keening moan rushing out of her.

Her thighs released, butterflying.

And for the next minute, my tongue and her body danced. Then I inched a finger toward her opening and when I felt her start to coil, I reached in, just far enough for her to feel me…feel her…feeling me.

I felt a drop of excitement rise out of me, dampening my boxers.

Her hands went above her head, into a fisted prayer. Her body began to undulate.

“So fucking beautiful.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but she just kept kicking down walls inside of me.

“You’re going to make me… I want…”

I increased the depth of my finger. I varied the tempo on her nub. “Whenever you want, Cara.”

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