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The sentiment grips every cell as our lips meld. I’ve never shared breath with another person, never breathed in bits of their soul and shared my own in a single motion. Our chests rise in tandem and even our heartbeats, in that moment, are synced. She is softness and silk. Her tongue is apple pie, warm against mine and just as sweet. I swallow her down, angling my head so I can devour more of her. Taya whimpers into my mouth and the thrill of power, the thrill of being exactly where I belong, leaves me light-headed and shaking. The kiss grows in intensity, and our tongues crash and retreat like waves, over and over again until I feel as if I’m going to burst out of my skin.

The sensation is almost too much, and Taya must agree because she pulls away with a soft, whimpering cry. Her lips are swollen and red.

I stop myself from pulling her back for another kiss. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She blinks up at me, dazed. “For what?”

“For never kissing you like you deserve to be kissed.”

She shudders, her nipples puckering against my skin.

I’m painfully aware of the fact that only my needs have been met so far, and now that I have her in bed, I’m eager to rectify that. The urge to watch her unravel is snarling and alive within me. My arm tightens around her and there’s a thrill when she glances up in surprise.

Her almond-shaped eyes are a deep brown, with hints of amber that peek out when the light hits them just right. They remind me of a rich brandy, a dark liquor I’m all too willing to grow drunk on.

They dilate as I slip my hand beneath the band of her boy shorts and between the plump folds of her sex. Sucking in a deep breath at how wet she is, I stare into her eyes while my index finger circles her clit. My other finger travels a little lower, until I can slip inside of the tight, wet, heart of her. Taya’s mouth parts on a soundless cry, and I capture her lips with mine. I stroke her with short shallow thrusts until she’s panting into my mouth, her body arching against mine.

“Tell me what you like,” I whisper.

“What?” Her face flushes, her eyes a little wild.

“Tell me what gets you off.”

“Oh.” Her breath hitches. She stays silent for a long beat as color blooms across her cheeks. She bites her lower lip, breathing quickly. “Watching you jerk off.”

I draw back, searching her face for signs of dishonesty or deflection. But only eagerness, with a pinch of shyness, is found in her eyes. “This is supposed to be about makingyoufeel good.”

“Jim.” She places a hand against my abdomen, and my nerves fire off. “Nothing makes me wetter than watching the way you get off when you’re with me.”

I lean in, kissing her hard and gripping the edge of her panties. I slide them down her legs and toss them aside. Pulling her flat on the bed, I place a knee on either side of her head. She wraps eager fingers around my length. I grip her by the chin so she has to meet my eyes. “No touching.”

She grins and lays back against the pillows. I’m so hard, I ache, my balls high, tight and ready to blow. She grabs my wrist long enough to drag her tongue across the palm of my hand. Knowing my skin is wet from her tongue, even by proxy, makes my veins thrum with lust. While my intent was to go slow, her watching me has me jerking off hard and fast. My fist tightens and a bead of clear liquid rises along the head.

Her tongue flickers out, licking at random moments. The muscles in my arms and thighs bulge with the urge to thrust forward. She works her tongue and teeth over my length, making my toes curl. A groan builds up from the depths of my chest.

The pads of her finger press against my ass, and I grit my teeth together, afraid I’m going to come. Her touch circles and teases, as if asking permission. I found peace in her touch last night when grief was all the world had left to offer. I want her to make me feel good again. So, with a crisp nod, I sink myself onto her digit and breathe through the pressure.

Intense arousal washes over me, heating my skin, when she slips a second finger inside, stretching the ring of muscle until it burns. Sweet fuck, the sensation shakes me to the bone, electricity slipping through every vein.

I rock back and forth, reaching a hand up to place against the wall to steady myself. My ears ring, the skin around my dick stretched too tight. Taya’s smile is bright with mischief and she twists her fingers inside me, stroking my nerve endings until my mind lights up. I draw in a sharp breath when she pops me out of her mouth, only to nip at the flesh of my inner thigh.

Her chest rises and falls a little faster as she squirms on the pillow, biting her upper lip and twisting her fist into the sheets while she watches my hand blur around my dick. Goddamn, I’d go anywhere, do anything, to keep that bright, wild-eyed look on her face.

A low, rumbling growl erupts from deep in my chest as I pull away, ignoring her mewl of protest. Scooting lower on the bed, I grab her beneath the thighs and spread her wide. Her clit is a gem hidden within a pocket of flesh, and when I tease it free, licking it in slow, heavy strokes, Taya shivers and lifts her hips, pressing her heat tighter against my mouth.

Sandalwood fills my nostrils until my world is nothing but the taste and scent of Taya. Her hips rock as my tongue continues to explore, dipping deeper into her sex. Her moans are hoarse and shaky, a continuous song as she climbs closer and closer to release. The muscles in her thighs shake and a fine tremor wracks her.

“Oh, God,” she cries, clawing at the bed, body tightening as she loses herself in orgasm.

My hands grip her knees, and I track the way the sweat on her breasts trails down her sides. I lick it away, following it back to its source and slipping her nipple into my mouth. Her mouth parts on a gasp that morphs into a smoky moan that incites something raw and possessive in me.

“Jim.” The raspy, low tone of her voice sounds like an orgasm as it leaves her swollen lips.

Oh, how I love when she says my name like that.

My lips travel up her body, caressing the length of her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin. I pull away and grab a condom from my nightstand, unwrap it and roll it on. My breath catches at the sight of Taya sprawled out before me. “I want you.”

Her eyes flutter, color seeping into her cheeks. “Yes. More. Please.”

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