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And that’s what ultimatelygotmeoff. Irecognized her response, her desire to give me pleasure. I knew howthat felt, because I felt the same way toward pleasing her. It wasa mind-blowing feedback loop that overwhelmed me, and before I knewit, my fingers dug into the arm of the couch and my hips lifted up,drawn by an explosion of sensation that roared through me andburned down every one of my senses. I shuddered into her, and sheswallowed every drop.

My orgasm had been sointense, I thought I lost my eyesight. But my eyes were justclosed. Breathing hard, I opened them and forced my vision to focuson her upturned face. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” shesaid with a little smirk. Of course, it satisfied her to havesatisfied me. We were so alike in that regard.

“I bet your bikini bottomsare soaked,” I teased her. “I know what to do about that, if you’lllet me.”

“I’m on broken pussy rest,”she reminded me.

“Too broken to get itlicked?” I raised an eyebrow and waited for herresponse.

She chewed her bottom lip,but it didn’t take her long to decide. “Okay. Where do you wantme?”

I sank down, not bothering to do up myfly, and swung my legs up to lay full out on the sofa.

“Come on up.” I patted thecushion on either side of my head.

She hesitated.

I pushed myself up on myelbows. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid you’re going to smotherme.”

“Every woman who has eversat on a dude’s face has been afraid of that, every single time,”she grumbled, but placed one knee on the cushion, anyway. “If youdie, it’s not my fault.”

“I will have died doingwhat I love,” I promised, and put my hands on her waist to lift herinto position. She sat up straight, her labia tantalizingly closeto my mouth, but I still had to coax her down. She was dripping wetand the glistening smears on her thighs stuck to mycheeks.

I opened my mouth wide tocover as much of her as I could, sucking that precious nectar fromevery last centimeter I could reach, until she squirmed andsquealed and didn’t seem to care so much about whether or not shewas suffocating me, after all.

“Fuck,” she moaned, drawingthe word out until it was nothing but a puff of air. She’dsupported herself with a hand on the arm of the sofa; now, she satup and palmed her breast with one hand, sinking the fingers of theother into my hair.

I broke my mouth from herflesh, gasping for air, and rasped, “That’s it, princess. Ride myface.”

A high, shuddering noise came from her,and she moved to obey me, rocking and moaning as I captured herclit with my lips and swirled my tongue around it. I gripped herass and held her tight while she took what she wanted, slicking hercunt back and forth over my chin, nudging her clit against my nose.I plunged my tongue inside her, and she squeezed on me, at least,as much of me as I could penetrate her with.

“Yes,” she whispered, moreto herself than to me. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Come forme,I willed hersilently.Let me fuck you with my mouthuntil you come. Gush all over my face. I want to drown inyou.

“I’m…I’m…” Her breaths camefast. The hand at her breast tightened, the soft flesh bulgingbetween her fingers as they crushed into her skin. Her back arched,her hips churned in a flurry of movement that quickened thenceased, a long wail tearing from her as she shuddered and nearlyfell over.

I supported her, kept goinguntil she slapped comically at my forehead. I lifted her off me, tosit on my chest for a moment to get her bearings. My face was wetfrom her, and her smell was in my nostrils and probably would beall day.

She climbed to her feetwith a cute little, “Whoo,” and a shake of her head. “Thanks forthe ride.”

I chuckled and threw onearm over my head, more relaxed than I’d been in weeks. “No problem.Did you get enough alone time this morning?”

Everything about her wentstill, like a deer who’d heard a twig snap deep in the forest. Itwas an odd reaction. Like she’d been caught. “I didn’tneed—”

I waved my hand. “It’s okayto have boundaries and need space. I’m not going to hold it againstyou.”

Her posture sagged withrelief. “It’s not you.”

“You don’t have to makeexcuses.” I wondered if this was part of Scott’s warning. That shedid things because she thought she should do them, because peopleexpected them. “I’m happy you’re here, but I don’t expect you tospend every waking minute with me.”

“I guess Ifelt…ungrateful?” she admitted ruefully. “I’m here to be with you,and I run off without you? At your own resort?”

“I want tobe with you, too, but not if you’re desperate to have some time toyourself.” The last thing I wanted was for her to leave here andthink,glad that’s over.

“I appreciate that,” shesaid with a decisive nod. “I do. But it’s not you,okay?”

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