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“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her, lifting my eyes back to her as I see her trembling slightly while she stands there. “Are you okay?”

She nods quickly. “Yes. Just… just a little nervous. I mean, I know you saw me before, but this is different.”

“Yeah, it is. Come here.” I take her by the hand and lead her to her bed, lying her down gently so she’s completely exposed to me. I hover over her, staring down into her eyes before I kiss her slowly, savoring her minty taste while I take my time caressing my tongue with hers.

Breaking apart, I maneuver down her throat, pressing soft kisses, dragging my tongue delicately over her skin, the trail of goosebumps I create instantly makes me grin.

“Luke,” she gasps as I take her nipple in my mouth, drawing circles with my tongue, sucking and nibbling while she grows more frantic beneath me. I’m still positioned between her legs, so she can’t move. But I can feel her press her pelvis to my chest, searching out friction to ebb her growing arousal.

Switching to the other nipple now, I reach one hand between her thighs, finding her dripping for me, my dick responding with awareness, hardening like he’s got a conquest to finish. But tonight is not about me, it’s about her. And I am going to take extreme pleasure in making her come on my tongue.

My fingers part her folds and I stroke along her slit, spreading her wetness before finding her clit and gently rubbing back and forth across it.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes closing, her head thrown back, her chest rising and falling as I continue to suck her tit and move my hand between her legs.

“You’re so wet for me, Rach. Have you been this wet all day?” She nods as I move my body further down so I line my head up with her beautiful pussy—pink, wet, and tight as I push two fingers inside, her walls clenching around me. I know how Rachel likes to be touched now, having ventured down that path a few nights ago. But I’m sure there’s more that makes her crazy, and I’m going to discover that now with my tongue.

“Yes, I have…” she says on a long exhale and then sucks in a short breath as soon as my tongue finds her clit. “Oh, Luke…”

I hear her continue to speak and moan, but my focus is making her come—at least twice. I move my tongue in small circles and then flick it back and forth, which definitely makes her tighten and get louder. Alternating strokes with my tongue and fingers, I work her up high until she’s breathless and needy. I suck her clit between my lips, pumping my fingers inside of her over and over until I feel her start to shake, her legs spread wide around my face.

“Luke, I’m gonna come,” she warns while my fingers dive deep and I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit again. And after a few more seconds, she shatters, collapsing back on the bed as she chants my name in time with the pulsing in her pussy. She’s wild and unashamed as she rides out her orgasm, my mouth moving to draw out every last ripple. I give her a minute to recover before I get back to work, plunging my fingers in deeper and flattening my tongue, dragging it through her entire core.

“Luke! What are you doing?”

“Making you come again,” I say offended, but then shoot her a smirk and get back to business.

“But… I can’t, Luke. I don’t come twice…” And all I hear is a challenge, to prove her wrong and show her that a real man does whatever it takes to please a woman.

“You will tonight,” I declare as I hook my fingers inside of her wet heat and find that spot inside that makes her wetter the instant I touch her.

“Oh, fuck!” She shouts just as I move up to shush her. “Sorry, but fuck,” she whispers this time as I move my mouth back to her clit and rub and stroke my fingers and tongue simultaneously.

“That’s it, Rach. You can come again, sweetheart. Let me get you there,” I growl against her pussy as she heaves her breaths and then tightens again around my fingers. And then she explodes, flooding my hand with her wetness, the silkiness hitting my tongue while I lap at her clit, her scent and taste intoxicating me and making me rock hard while she gasps for air and sinks into the bed.

“Jesus Christ, Luke,” she finally says, her eyes still closed as I make my way back up her body, stopping to lick her nipples once more. She bats me away playfully, clearly still sensitive.

When her eyes fly open, she looks satisfied—tired, but content, beautiful, yet dirty—like I just took her through the ringer and she might need another shower.

“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” she admits, stroking the scruff on my jaw with her fingernails.

“Glad I could show you the other side.”

“Now it’s your turn.” She moves to sit up, but I pin her beneath me to the bed.

“No. Tonight was about you. I’m fine. You need to get some sleep. You’ve been working hard on this party for days, so get some rest.” I lightly press my lips to hers and then usher her under the blankets, completely stark naked.

“Are you sure?” She looks up at me with innocent eyes, but clearly almost about to fall asleep.

“Yes. Good night, sweetheart.”

I gently shut her door and then find my room, jerking myself off in two point five seconds as soon as I close the door, and then passing the fuck out, knowing Rachel is bringing my sexual appetite back to life, one orgasm at a time.

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