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Peeling the lacy material down her thighs, I imagined all the ways I’d like to bind her with the lingerie. I knew we had to work up to that, though, so I pushed the idea to the back of my mind for now. The differences between the way I handled this girl versus the normal dirty fucks I’d enjoyed in the very same bed were startling and, strangely, not at all disappointing. I felt compelled to burn the damn mattress I’d had other partners on and have a new one brought in just for her.

The panties were tossed to the floor with the bra and pants. I took a moment to appreciate her from head to toe. Shepperd’s long blond hair fanned out behind her head on the pillow. I instantly thought of old religious paintings where the artist depicted a person’s holiness with a glowing yellow circle behind their head. I could picture the stained-glass windows in my childhood church that were all done that way. This girl could easily be an angel or saint. Something so pure and good, and so incredibly beautiful.

“Spread your legs for me.” My voice sounded more like a growl, and she did what I’d asked. I inhaled the air and prayed I’d catch her scent. Yes, I was one of those men who loved that womanly scent. Nothing came close to matching it, and my cock somehow grew thicker knowing that soon I’d have her deliciousness all over my lips and tongue.

I ran my hands from her knees up to her pussy and framed the treasure between my thumbs and index fingers, and added a few more strokes in the same manner while I appreciated how silky and smooth she was. Her fair skin glowed in the dim light like a pale moon in an overcast night sky.

“You’re so damn beautiful, lady. I can’t stop looking at you.” I shook my head, wondering how I got so lucky to have this woman here with me. The thoughts had my heart thumping in an unfamiliar way and a lump building in my throat.

True emotion, I decided. Not just lust or physical attraction. I genuinely cared about Shepperd, and it fortified my need to show her how good I could make her feel. When I ran my palms up her legs one more time, she let out a frustrated whimper when I reached the junction of her thighs.

“What is it, baby?” I asked, knowing damn well what the answer would be.

“You’re driving me crazy with the teasing,” she whispered into the barely lit room.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me. Please, just do it already.”

“I don’t want to rush this,” I confessed.

She relaxed deeper into the bedding while I exhaled. The more comfortable she was with me touching her, the less likely she would be to freak out. Or at least that seemed like the way it should go. I reminded myself to keep the slow pace regardless.

Finally, I positioned myself between her spread legs and licked a path toward her pussy. I wanted it more than air. Shepperd widened her legs, and my cock swelled beneath me.

I ground my hips into the mattress for some relief. At this rate, I’d last two minutes inside her. I’d been anticipating this moment for so long, but the reality was beyond anything I’d imagined.

Her silky skin smelled like a day at the beach. Coconut and sea breeze filled my nose with an alluring scent as I nuzzled my way to the treasure between her legs. Once there, I took my time exploring her body with my fingers and tongue until she was moaning into the still room. Her feminine musk was deep in my senses, and I kept the pace until she exploded beneath my ministrations.

“Fuck yes. Come for me, baby,” I coaxed as the first tremors of her orgasm tensed her muscles. I lapped at her folds and drug out the pleasure until she squeezed her slender thighs against my face, urging me to back off.

“You taste so good, I don’t want to stop.”

She gasped. “So…sensitive,” she said between quakes of her legs and stomach. “Jesus Christ, Law.”

My male pride swelled along with my dick. Nothing in the world was better than giving a woman pleasure that way. I’d spent years figuring out the secret little ways most women reached climax, and my attention to detail paid off once again. Though I had to admit—to myself at least—that this particular woman was nothing like any other I’d known.

A strange thought kept pushing its way to the forefront of my mind. The intensity of the feelings I was experiencing should alarm me. Yet I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Something about her here with me felt just—right. Perfect, really. So again, I pushed the worry away and stayed in the moment. I wanted to absorb it all. Catalog every detail and tuck them all away for safekeeping. I didn’t want to share any part of her with anyone else, and that ownership vibe should’ve scared me too.

But instead, I just wanted to claim her completely and make sure she never wanted to leave.

Ever.

ChapterThirteen

Shepperd

With my arousal coating his lips, Law moved back up my body and planted an open-mouthed kiss on me. He demanded entrance with firm pressure from his lips and then tongue. I moaned when the taste of my own pleasure hit my tastebuds. Why was that so erotic? Especially while he pushed his way closer to settle between my thighs. In this position, I could feel his firm cock against my already throbbing pussy, and it was ecstasy.

I was so used to unsatisfying encounters with men. This guy was scrambling my brain, and all I could think wasmore. More lips. More tongue. More cock. More everything. And right goddamn now.

I clutched his toned shoulders while he kissed me and felt so secure and at peace. With him, with what we were doing—it all felt so right. Confidence oozed from every slide of his tongue, caress of his fingers, groan from deep in his chest, and it lit me up from within—like the brightest sunny day. I felt happy and excited for the first time in so long, tears pricked the backs of my eyes and threatened to ruin it all.

To hide my emotions, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sucked in greedy gasps while I wound down from my climax. But with his dick rubbing persistently against my sex, I was finding it difficult to get to that serene place where I normally settled after coming.

I just wanted more. Trying to put a sliver of space between our faces, I whimpered, “Law…please.”

“What, baby? Please what?” he asked and actually looked concerned.

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