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I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, inching closer until my breath is hot against her. She whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly.
“Calvin…” Her voice shakes. “You don’t have to.”
My head snaps up, incredulous. “Don’t have to?” I let my gaze drag over her, every slick curve of her pussy glistening under the low light. “Maren, this is all I’ve been dreaming about.”
She swallows, color flooding her cheeks. “I just… most guys haven’t really?—”
Before she can finish, I bend down and press a slow, deliberate kiss to her clit. She gasps, her whole body jolting, a raw sound breaking from her throat. I keep her pinned with my hands, grinning against her when her hips try to chase more.
“You want this?” I murmur against her, my thumb teasing at her entrance, circling but not pressing in.
She nods, biting her lip, eyes glassy.
“Not enough,” I rasp, pressing the pad of my finger just to her opening. She’s so hot, so slick, it takes everything not to push inside. “You have to say it.”
Her lips part, but all that comes out is a shaky, “Calvin…”
I dip just the tip of my finger inside her, feel her clench down tight, then pull it back again. “Say it, Maren. Say you want me to make you come.”
Her face is flushed, her chest rising fast, and she trembles as if the words are caught in her throat. I tease her again, circling, dipping shallow, pulling back, until finally she gasps it out, broken and pleading. “I want you to make me come with your mouth. Please.”
The groan that rips from me is guttural. I slide my fingerinto her, her walls gripping me, then lower my mouth and cover her clit with my lips. I lick hard, deep, like I’ve been starving for this. She moans my name.
Her thighs tense around me but I push them wider, holding her open so I can taste her properly. My tongue circles her clit, flicks, then plunges lower, dipping into her before gliding back up. Every time I give her more, her hips jerk, chasing my mouth, begging for more without words.
Her hands twist in the sheets, then clutch at my hair, not to push me away but to keep me exactly where I am. She’s trembling, panting, whispering my name like a prayer.
I curl my finger inside her, stroking until I find the spot that makes her jolt. Her whole body bucks, and I take the opportunity to suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s gasping, writhing, desperate.
The taste of her is everything—sweet, salty, intoxicating. I devour her, greedy for every sound, every shiver, every pulse of her body against mine. She’s falling apart for me already, and I’m not stopping until she breaks completely, until her climax floods over my tongue and ruins her for anyone else.
CHAPTER 19
MAREN
Calvin’s mouth is relentless, hot and wet as his tongue circles my clit, alternating between gentle flicks and deep, greedy strokes that make my hips jerk helplessly against him. His fingers curl inside me at the same time, dragging along that tender spot again and again until I can barely remember my own name.
“Fuck, Maren,” he groans into me, the sound vibrating straight through my core. “You taste like heaven.”
My cheeks flame. He spreads me wider with his hands, thumbs holding me open, forcing me to take everything he’s giving, so his tongue can lick every inch of me.
My hands fist in his hair, desperate to anchor myself against the tidal wave of sensation. Every stroke of his tongue is building me higher without letting me fall. I can’t stop writhing against him, embarrassed by how needy I am, but he groans like my desperation is feeding him.
I whimper, the sound escaping before I can stop it. Hedoesn’t let up, his mouth ruthless now, sucking my clit until my thighs are shaking uncontrollably around his head.
“God, I love how you open up for me,” he growls against my skin. “So tight, so fucking sweet. Mine.”
His words, his mouth, his fingers—it’s too much, and not enough, all at once. The pleasure keeps cresting, sharp and dizzying, but he doesn’t let me go. He keeps me right at the edge, dragging it out, making me take every second of his devotion. My nails claw into his scalp, my breath breaking apart.
No one has ever done this for me. No one has ever wanted to. The few times before, it was always perfunctory, a quick checklist item before the main event. But Calvin... Calvin acts like this IS the main event, like he could spend hours just making me fall apart with his mouth. That thought alone makes my chest ache with something deeper than lust, makes the heat coil even tighter inside me.
“You like that,” he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction when I cry out at a particularly perfect stroke. “Your body can’t hide anything from me.”
The sounds slipping out of me don’t even sound like mine anymore. I try to muffle them, turning my face into the pillow, but he stops immediately.
“Don’t hide from me,” he commands, and when I peek down at him, his eyes are dark and intense. “Look at me while I worship this perfect pussy.”
The crude words should embarrass me, but instead they make me clench around his fingers. I force my gaze down, and the sight undoes me completely. His dark eyes locked on mine, his mouth wet with me. The intimacy of it, the sheer hunger in his eyes, makes my stomach flip and my body clench harder around his fingers.
