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Only when she bit her lip did I drop my gaze. Saw her plain matching panties. I set my forehead on her stomach, my hands on the backs of her legs and closed my eyes.

Breathed her in.

Felt her.

Savored her.

And also took a second to control myself. To curb my lust and need because I was close to coming, just smelling her arousal. That was all for me.

Fuck, yes.

Unable to wait a second longer, I dropped the few inches and put my mouth on her, right over her panties. Got her scent. Her taste. But then I went a little feral and ripped the cotton right off because it was the last thing in the way of what I always wanted.

Then I put my mouth on my mate’s pussy.

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EMMA

“OH MY GOD!”I shouted, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.

Johnny’s mouth was on my pussy. In the entry of a stranger’s house.And the doors were open!

And Johnny was a guy I met not ten minutes earlier.

But he was good.Reallygood at eating me out. Licking and sucking in ways–

“J!” I cried, grabbing hold of his head, my fingers tugging on his silky hair. I shouldn’t be doing this with a stranger! This was insane. But then he did some flick or lick, and I pulled his head into my center.

He grunted, but didn’t stop, only grasped the back of my thighs even tighter. I’d have little fingertip bruises,for sure. I didn’t care. Heck, I’d smile whenever I saw them in the mirror.

If this was what Lyssa’s life was like by throwing caution to the wind, then I’d been missing out.

Josh had gone down on me, but it hadn’t been like this.Nothinghad been like this.

I was close to coming, and Johnny hadn’t gotten his fingers involved–

He must be a mind-reader on top of being a cunnilingus expert because he slid his hand between my thighs and–

“Oh!” I went up on my tiptoes as he pumped a finger into me, curling it. “YES!”

He lifted his head long enough to murmur, “Come like a good girl.” Then he went back to his task of making me do just that, sucking on my clit in a way that reminded me of my vibrator, only hotter and better. And that finger was doing something magical.

Maybe I’d been with slacker men. Maybe I was actually very orgasmic and never knew it. Or maybe Johnny was a sex wizard because I came. Just like that.

It was a good thing he was holding me up because my legs gave out. He worked my jeans off one ankle while I tried to recover; I wasn’t sure if I ever would. What he did next was sheer insanity. Holding onto the backs of my legs, he tipped back, carefully–which must’ve been because of verypowerful abs–onto his back on the slate tile entryway.

Where was I? On top of him. Straddling him. With ridiculous ease, he lifted me up. Right up over his face.

I now knelt over him, my jeans caught on one ankle, my panties ripped and tossed somewhere, my t-shirt tucked up under my arms. I looked down at him. His eyes were… wow, amber?

“Johnny,” I whispered.

“Still hungry, baby.”

Then he pulled me down and tried to suffocate himself with my pussy.

“Don’t you need to–”

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