Page 71 of Revved up & Ready

“Yeah,” she nods, her brow drawn tight with concern.

“Did I do something you didn’t like?” I ask, smoothing my hand across her belly.

“No, no. That was all—I likedallof that,” she says with a shy smile.

Pride flares in my chest. “Then why did you stop me?” I ask.

“I just figured you probably didn’t want to keep going.”

Those words come from somewhere deeper than a passing thought, so I draw her legs off my shoulders and move forward, crossing my arms over her belly so I can look into her eyes. “I was having an amazing time, actually. Why did you think I wasn’t?” I ask.

She holds my stare for a while, searching for words. “I just—he used to—” she sighs. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t completely grasp her meaning, but it makes sense that he’s the source of her anxiety right now. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Her fingers return to my hair as her peaked breasts rise and fall with a shaky breath. “I’m taking too long to come, aren’t I?” she asks.

Once again, her insecurity tugs at something deep in my chest. How could anyone let her feel this way?“Not at all. I was just getting started.”

“Really?” Her eyes widen. “But you don’t know how long it takes me to get there.”

I lower my voice, holding her gaze. “I don’t care how long it takes you.”

“You’ll care eventually,” she says, nails twirling against my scalp.

“I loved every second of that.”Doesn’t she understand?“You seem to think this is a chore for me, but it’s not.”

Her brows lift in surprise. “Iloved every second of that, but I can’t expect you to spend your whole day licking my pussy.”

“That was barely ten minutes,” I chuckle, dropping a kiss to her sternum. “Licking your pussy all day would be an ideal outcome for me.”

“You cannot be serious,” she laughs.

She still doesn’t believe me.“You are delicious, and feeling you move around me—feeling how you react to my touch, learning what your body needs—it’s a gift.”

Her face tightens as a denial forms behind her lips. “It’s fine. I don’t really want to come.”

“That’s theleastadorable lie you’ve ever told me.”

“Okay, you’re right,” she admits. “I just feel bad.”

There it is.She feels guilty that I’m putting in effort for her pleasure. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” I ask.

“No,” she shakes her head.

“I think you should.” Even though her taste still lingers in my mouth, I dip down, quickly swiping my tongue through her wetness for the full effect.

She gasps, a laugh escaping her—an entirely new sound. One I want to hear again and again.

Coming up, I hold her face in both hands and pull her in for a kiss. She swipes into my mouth with her tongue, but it’s different this time. She’s tasting herself for the first time—on my tongue. My cock throbs at the realization.

“It’s not bad,” she comments, licking her lip. “Kind of salty and sweet.”

“Not bad?I believe I said delicious.”

She giggles. “If you say so.”

“Do you still want me to do this?” I ask.

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