Page 70 of Revved up & Ready

“Hey, I didn’t likethat,” she breathes, almost frantic. “Don’t stop.”

I resume my movements, kissing the mound of her breast exposed by her low tank top. “You promise to tell me if you want me to stop?”

“Fine,” she sighs.

Needing her panties gone, I reach to her hips to pull them down. Immediately, her hands fly to the hem of her tank top to help me undress her. “Will you let me?” I ask.She’s not very good at being taken care of, but I can teach her.

Her voice is breathy when she responds, “Let you what?” She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her peaked pink nipples and soft, rounded breasts. The sight of her is enough to derail my thoughts.

“You are gorgeous. Have I told you that lately?” I ask, tugging her panties past her feet.

“Like three minutes ago,” she giggles, leaning back and crossing her arms over her middle.

“Mm, still true,” I hum, uncrossing her arms. “Maybe even more so.”

Bringing myself to lay over her, I tilt her head to mine for another deep kiss. “Next time, I want to undress you myself.”

Her brows furrow briefly, but she agrees. “Sure, but Cam?”

“Yes, sunshine?” I ask, moving down her body, leaving kisses every few inches.

“Can you—I know you don’t want me to touch you, but—would you, so I’m not the only one?”

Sitting up, I see that she’s gesturing to my cock. Of course,she doesn’t want to be the only one naked.Standing, I peel off my shirt, pants, and boxer briefs.

I make sure she understands, “I always want you to touch me, in any and every way you’d like. But today isn’t about what I want. You understand how much I want you, don’t you?” I ask.

It’s no small pleasure I get from seeing her eyeing my naked cock, thick and throbbing for her.

“I understand,” she answers with a thick swallow.

It’s the middle of the day, and light pours into the living room through the glass doors leading to the backyard, giving me a clear view of her smooth breasts, stomach, and thighs, as I kneel before her on the couch. My hands glide over her calves, into the folds of her knees and higher, until I’m between her legs. When I grip the back of her thighs to open them wider, she resists.Being bared like this might be too much for her.Instead, I kiss the inside of one knee, moving up her thigh until I can use my shoulders for the same purpose. As my mouth reaches the crease where her leg meets her body, she opens wider for me.

I stare at her glistening pink sex, marveling at the luck that makes me the first man to experience her this way.

“Please don’t tease me, Cam,” she whispers.

Immediately, I lower my face for my first taste of her, starting with simple, tender kisses—letting her learn the feel of my lips in her most sensitive area. Her legs remain tense, so I hold them steady, grounding her to me as I soothe my thumbs over the base of her ass cheeks.

When I add my tongue to the kisses, she gasps, rocking her hips into me.

Looking up, I see her watching me, hands gripping the cushions of the couch.

“Youcantouch me,” I say, kissing my way down until I reach her entrance. “Hold my shoulders, squeeze me with your legs, dig your fingers into my hair.”

The second I suggest it, she does just that, curling her fingers through my hair as I dip my tongue inside her. She holdson tight as I delve deeper, slowly building the intensity until I think she’s ready for me to move to her clit.

I start with another simple kiss, then a swipe of my tongue. Her hips rock again, and she moans loud enough that she gasps afterward—embarrassed by the sound?

“You can make noise if you want,” I tell her between swipes of my tongue.

“But what if—I mean, I’m sure no one can hear, but you don’t mind?”

“Mind? I don’t mind,” I shrug, my shoulders tipping into the soft undersides of her thighs. “I love it.”

The urge to devour her quickly rises, but it’s not what she needs, and it’s not what I want. I want to stay here, my face buried in her slick arousal, her hips rocking against me, tiny gasps slipping from her mouth with every pass of my tongue.

When her fingers tug at my hair, it takes a moment to realize she’s not pulling me in pleasure but trying to pull me back. I release her, looking up. “You okay?”

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