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“You telling me what to do?” she asked.

I found the strength to grab the back of her neck. “Yes.” I kissed her deeply, driving my tongue into her mouth before licking her chin.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” she said as I tipped her face up and suckled on her neck.

“Mmmm,” I said, busy sucking and biting. Her neck was going to look incredible when I was done with her.

“Don’t forget these,” she said, holding up her hand that glistened. I opened my mouth and she pushed two fingers inside. I wrapped my tongue around them before she slowly started fucking my mouth with her fingers, making my pussy pulse and need attention again.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Bren said as I looked up at her through my lashes as she thrust her fingers into my mouth.

I smiled and her fingers left my lips with a pop.

“I think I’ll make you come just with these now,” she said, wiggling her hand in front of my face. “I wonder how many you can take.”

I moaned and she just smiled. “Let’s find out.”

The answer was four.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Bren

She was solovely and responsive and as much as I wanted to force her to come over and over again, I also wanted to savor every climax with her. There would be time to get her to have one on top of the other, but tonight I wanted to learn her body. Find out what made her make the loudest noises and shake and tremble.

Honey was vocal, too, telling me exactly when I’d hit the right spot, when she was close, when she needed more.

My own pussy ached so hard it was painful, but I ignored it in favor of giving Honey everything she needed.

After the fourth orgasm, she put her hand up. “I can’t come again. I seriously can’t.” Her body was glazed in sweat and the bed was soaked underneath her. I was a mess too.

Honey sat up, wincing.

“I know you want to focus on me, but can I…I really want to touch you. And taste you.”

This was the part I’d been avoiding. My hope had been to get her off so many times that she basically passed out and forgot about me.

“No pressure, I swear.” Her hand trailed down my body and she circled one finger around my nipple, making it harden.

“Ohhhh, that feels good,” I said, closing my eyes and falling onto my back. Before I knew it, Honey was up and straddling my hips, her hair falling all around us in a damp curtain.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice husky. Whereas I’d gone straight for her pussy, she started with my face. My cheeks and my forehead, leaving little soft kisses that almost felt like raindrops. Honey took her time, as if she wanted to taste each part of me so slowly. Savoring.

I was gasping and begging by the time she reached my neck, sucking and biting and laughing at my desperation. Her hips pressed into mine, trying to keep me still. My fingers dove into her hair and my nails scratched against her scalp, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Honey traveled down my body, leaving almost no part of me untouched. Her hands were also busy, and all of the sensations were making fireworks go off in my brain and pleasant little fires burn my skin.

I’d never felt somuchat once.

Everything she did made heat and want gather right between my legs and behind my eyes and in my teeth and nipples and toes. I was familiar with this feeling. This buildup. This racing to the top of a cliff. What I never reached was the drop, the release, the end. I just went in circles of frustration before giving up the journey and going to bed with swollen, aching labia and sore wrists.

She was so unhurried. As if she had all the time in the world with me. I looked down and waited for her to look up at me from right around my belly button. My nipples glistened from her mouth licking them. Honey grinned up at me.

“Can I play with your pussy a little bit?”

Fuck. The way she asked made need pulse deep inside me.

“Yes,” I said. There was no harm in letting her touch me. And I wanted her to touch me. It would feel so much better than touching myself. It always did.

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