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Nathan dipped down to her entrance, pointing his tongue and thrusting into her, then dragging it up the valley of her labia once more. When he reached her clit and tongued the protruding nub, her hands grabbed his head, fingers tangling in his hair.

He buried his face in her pussy, nose against her mons, and clamped her clit with his teeth in warning.

Her grip loosened, fingers kneaded his head, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

Glad they seemed to have come to an understanding, he went back to enjoying himself. He flicked her inner labia with his tongue, then tipped his head to the side, sucking one fat, wet pussy lip into his mouth. Biting gently, he sucked harder, drawing more blood into the engorged flesh.

“Why is that sexy?” Tara panted, tugging at his hair once more.

Grinning, he did the same thing to her other pussy lip.

With tongue, teeth, and lips, Nathan learned her most intimate flesh. He learned that when he circled her clit with his tongue, she relaxed against him, her breath hitching.

When he sucked her clit, she jumped and twitched in time with his sucking.

And when he carefully explored her, using his stiff tongue to push the hood farther back while learning the contours of her clit, she arched against him, panting his name.

All he could taste and smell was her pussy. His chin and lower cheeks were wet with her arousal fluid.

He’d known people who suffered through oral for the sake of their partner, or treated it like a necessary prerequisite. Nathan was convinced they were fools. He loved this—the taste of her, feeling her response and reaction with his mouth.

Or maybe those fools who didn’t like oral didn’t have his control issues. Because he may be on his knees, but he never felt more in control of a partner’s body and pleasure than when he could gently abuse her clit by pressing it against the edge of his upper teeth with his tongue.

“I’m close, I’m close, I’m close,” Tara panted.

There were plenty of things Nathan wanted to say, but that would require he stop what he was currently doing. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked the upper half of her sex—puffy top of her pussy lips and entire clit—into his mouth. Biting gently, he let her flesh slip out from between his teeth, making sure to rake her clit with his bottom teeth.

Tara arched up, nails digging into his scalp. She tried to close her legs, but he slammed her thigh back down to the mattress, then gripped the one currently jammed against his ear and forced that knee up to her chest, giving himself that little bit more access.

One hand detangled from his hair, instead hooking around her knee to hold her leg in place. He murmured his approval against her clit, eliciting a gasping breath.

“Nathan, please, please,” she whimpered.

Shit, he was close to losing his own control. Dropping one hand, he yanked the laces of his leather free of the grommets, opening his pants. His cock sprang out, brushing against the dangling comforter. Even that light touch had his lower back and balls tightening.

He needed to feel her unravel against his tongue. Needed to know what she tasted like when she came.

Nathan shifted his grip on the thigh pressed open against the bed. Instead of his hand, he now held her leg in place with his forearm, his palm, and spread fingers braced on her lower belly.

Shifting forward a little, his cock rock-hard and leaking precome, he focused on her clit.

Nathan flattened his tongue and pressed it against her clit. He swore he felt the little bud pulse just before he started working her with the goal of making her scream in pleasure.

He rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down over her clit, the motion small, but based on the noises Tara made, more than effective.

And he didn’t stop.

Using his tongue like this meant keeping his mouth open, which in turn meant spit pooled inside his lower lip. Pulling back to close his mouth and swallow would break the rhythm, and given how still she was, he was fairly certain any deviation from the current stimulation would topple the slowly building tower of her orgasm. Stopping to swallow was an amateur move, so Nathan let the spit leak over his lip to wet both his chin and her pussy, saliva mingling with her arousal fluid.

“I’m close,” she whispered, the hand still tangled in his hair gripping him tight.

He dipped down to thrust his tongue into her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss of clit stimulation.

Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing.

He licked his way back up to her clit, once more rubbing her with the flat of his tongue, but this time he pressed harder. Tara’s careful stillness broke as she started rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against his tongue.

Tara sucked in air and held it, her hips going still, her thigh muscles tense under his forearm.

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