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“Yes,” I whisper. There’s tension in his gaze, something electric crackling between us as he processes my answer. With a fervor spurred on by my admission, he latches onto the hem of my dress and pulls it higher until the fabric clusters around my waist. The cool air kisses my exposed skin—exquisite agony dancing dangerously close to ecstasy.

“No panties. Good girl.” His voice drips with approval as he slips lower again. Those luscious lips tease their way downwards. A slow exploration that awakens parts of me I didn’t know existed or had long since buried. “I wonder if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips, firefly.”

And then his mouth is there where I need him most.

He doesn’t ease into it. He goes for broke, feasting on my desires like a man who has been starved of sustenance too long. His tongue dips and swirls relentlessly against the sensitive flesh. At the same time, his fingers slide inside of me until I moan incoherently above him, lost in the sensations of him touching me.

“Oh god,” I cry out. Fox’s mouth elicits sparks everywhere he touches. It's like an inferno has been unleashed, consuming everything I thought I knew about passion and desire. My breath catches as I surrender to him, my body shivering under the electric rhythm of his ministrations.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands between soft kisses along my thigh, his breath fanning over wet skin as if he’s savoring every moment just as much as I am.

“It feels...incredible,” I manage to breathe. My voice is barely there, strung tight with the tension building inside me like a coiled spring ready to snap.

“That’s what I like to hear, but I think I can do better than incredible.” And with that, his fingers dive deeper into my core, sending shockwaves through me. The tension spirals tighter, climbing faster than the speed of reason. Each rhythmic stroke sends arousal pooling low in my belly until I’m so tight that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

I dig my fingers into his hair desperately. It’s almost primal now as I hold him close, urging him on like a frantic plea for release. “Fox, please,” I beg, the urgency in my voice laced with a mix of desperation and exhilaration.

He looks up at me, his expression a blend of pleasure and wicked delight as if he’s savoring every second of this intoxicating dance we’re engaged in. “Please what?” he declares, continuing his exploration with relentless precision that sends electric shudders rocketing through me.

“Please. don’t stop,” I gasp.

His tongue dances over my sensitive skin like it was carved for this very purpose, swirling with expert precision.

I cry out again, louder this time. A mix of pure bliss and frustration as I feel myself spiraling faster than I can comprehend. “I’m so close.” My words dissolve into nonsensical moans as he skillfully brings me to the edge.

“Then let go, firefly,” he urges. “I’ve got you.”

In that moment, it’s like the world around us fades to black. The only thing that exists is the intoxicating connection binding us together. I let out a whimper as I feel the pressure building within me reach its breaking point.

His fingers press deeper, curling just right as he works his magic. Each stroke becomes a vow. One that promises newheights of pleasure. It’s overwhelming. A sweet surrender to the bliss unfurling just beyond my reach.

“Come for me,” Fox murmurs, watching me with those smoldering brown eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “I want to feel you lose control on my fingers.”

With that command echoing in my ears, the tension in my body snaps. As the waves of ecstasy crash over me, the world erupts in colors so bright they almost blind me. My heart races as I succumb completely, trembling under his touch.

“Fox!” I scream his name into the night. My voice laced with raw satisfaction as I ride out my release. The world spins and shifts. Nothing else matters except this moment and him.

He holds me steady as I crest that dizzying peak, his fingers never relinquishing their hold, coaxing every last flicker of pleasure from my body. The shockwaves ripple through me, and I feel like I'm floating between realms, untethered from reality while Fox is the anchor keeping me grounded.

As the final tremors fade, a blissful haze washes over me. My chest heaves with each shaky breath, and I can barely process the way he's looking at me, like I’m more than just a fleeting moment in his reckless world.

“Fuck, firefly, the way you sound when you come is nothing but sheer fucking perfection,” he grins.

I can't help but smile back at him, my breaths still shallow. “What about you?”

He chuckles, a warm, throaty sound that reverberates through the air between us. “Oh, don’t worry about me. Just watching you lose it like that? That’s my kind of high.” His fingers slide down my leg and back to my waist, drawing me closer until our bodies are pressed together intimately.

“But I want to take care of you, too,” I insist.

“Feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock is the one thing I want most right now, but the first time I fuck you, it will be in a bed and not in a rental truck in the middle of a park.”

“Then let’s get to that bed,” I say, gathering my wits. I push against his chest, my heart racing with the thought of what comes next.

“I want nothing more, baby, but my hotel room is out. I have a roommate.”

“So, do I,” I confess. The thought of bringing him back to our house makes me nervous. Before dropping me off, Keira mentioned it as a joke, but I never thought it would happen. Bringing him back to her aunt’s house wasn’t something we really discussed.

“Looks like we’re in a bind then,” he laughs. “You can’t get rid of your roommate, and I can’t get rid of mine.”

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