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“Oh God!” she sobs, her lithe thighs riding the eager finger rubbing circles around her clit. I can tell she’s close as her legs begin to shake and her sex pulses fast against my hand.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I rasp, dropping my lips to her skin and licking the smooth column of her neck. “You belong to me. Let me take care of you.”
“Yes,” she moans, combing her fingers into my hair and clutching hard, seconds before coming apart with a scream. “Oh God!” she sobs, and I wrap a hand around her waist to hold her in place as I tease the swollen nub in firm circles.
Her sex pulses wildly against my hand, and my cock aches as I imagine how it would feel to have her pussy wrapped around it, pulsing rapidly around me as I pound into her, filling her with my seed. Making love to her raw, without any barriers between us, until we’re one.
I drag out her orgasm until she’s trembling against me, and then I dip down and kiss that mouth again, swallowing her moan and the tremble of her body. Her breathing is as labored as mine when I pull back to look down at her pretty face, flushed with eyes dazed. I pull my hand from between her legs and bring it to my mouth, licking at the slick moisture. When her flavors flood my mouth, I groan, and I realize that I haven’t had enough.
“What about you?” she pants, but before she can make a move to touch me, I dip my hands down to the backs of her knees and scoop her feet off the floor. Her eyes widen even as she grabs my shoulders for support. “Ransom, what are you doing?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” I say, carrying her to my bed, following her down onto it. “I need to taste you.”
“Again?” she gasps, but I don’t give her time to think about it as my mouth clamps over her breast, licking at the smooth skin and rolling my tongue around her beaded nipple. “Oh God!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
The taste of her is as addictive as the rest of her, and a need, deep and primal, roars inside of me for more. I kiss the bridge between her tits and move to her other breast, licking at the beaded nipple before closing my mouth around it in hot suction.
“Ransom!”
Fuck, the sound of my name on her lips is the stuff of wet dreams. Lord knows how long I’ve wanted to hear her say my name like that, and before the night is over, she’ll be screaming it.
I release her nipple with a wet pop before kissing a trail down her stomach. The scent of my soap on her skin sends feral and possessive thoughts through my brain.
Mine.
I look up to find her head thrown back and eyes closed. “Look at me, Abby.” Her eyes snap open and lock with mine, her face flushing as I rake my hands between her legs and push them apart. “I want to see your face when I make you come. You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart, just like this, spread open for me to taste.”
I brush my lips over her inner thighs, groaning when I catch the soft scent of her arousal. She bucks when I scrape my teeth over her skin. I’m panting now, my mouth watering when I finally see her pink heaven glistening with arousal. A land that remains untouched by any man. Mine to explore. Mine to claim.
Mine.
“Yes, Ransom, please,” Abby whispers, pulling my eyes back to hers. “Make me come.”
I growl, dipping my head between her legs and getting drunk off her intoxicating scent. Nothing’s ever smelled as good as she does, and I bet nothing will ever taste as addictive.
Then I sweep my tongue over her.
Nothing could have prepared me for the taste that is uniquely hers. I thought I was ready, or that I could take my time, draw out another orgasm with my fingers, but…the second her flavors flood my tongue, I lose what little control I was holding on to.
I bury my face between her thighs, sliding my tongue through the wet valley of her sex. With a growl, I lift her legs and rest them on my shoulders, exposing her further to me. She moans, says something, but it all sounds like static in my ears. I groan roughly as I lap at her arousal, surprised just how much pleasure I’m getting from this.
This, the act itself, has always been a service, a prep for the next step. I’ve had lovers in the past, and I’ve always liked to give as much pleasure as I received, but this is different.
In my lust-fogged brain, I question if it’s different because I’m in love with her. Maybe I find so much pleasure in having her like this because of who she is and what she means to me. Fuck, whatever the case, the fact is that I can’t get enough.
I’ll never get enough of her pleasured cries or the way her body dances under my fingers.
I love you.
I push down those words once more, burying my fingers under her to grab her ass and hold her in place as I lick at her pussy. Her back arches off the bed when I drop my tongue over her clit, bathing it in slow strokes.
“Ransom…oh God!” she sobs. “I can’t. It’s too much!”
No, it’s not enough. If she’s still talking, then it’s nowhere near enough.
“Want you to come for me, sweetheart,” I growl, lifting my eyes to hers as I drag my tongue over the swollen bud.
“I can’t,” she pants even as she dips her fingers into my hair and lifts her flesh to my mouth. She tugs at my hair as shepumps her hips up, spreading her wetness over my chin until she’s all I can taste and smell. “Oh God!”
