Page 19 of Kiss Me Again

"You like it hard, huh?" he chuckles, and I feel his breath over the wet nipple, and the goosebumps make my body shudder.

"I love it," I confess. There's no need to hide, to pretend to be someone else. I am with Ben; he knows me, and I'm glad I can be myself with him.

"I want to taste you," he whispers and leans lower.

What? No, no, no, no...

I try to close my legs in shock, but I can't do it because he's between them.

"You...can't..." I protest, placing my palm over my pussy. "I haven't showered since yesterday morning, and I came, and..."

There are no arguments left for me.

"First of all"—he takes my hand with his and gently but confidently pushes it away from my mound—"I can and I will." He licks his lips, still holding my hand in his as if forbidding me to move it again. "And secondly: You will nevereverhide that gorgeous pussy from me, do you understand? It's a piece of art, and I want to enjoy every second I have with it."

"But...I..." I don't want to argue anymore. I want him to kiss me just as much as he wants to, maybe even more. I'm just... still not used to receiving pleasure, I think.

"Mia, stop arguing, please." He spreads my legs wider as he speaks. "Relax and let me eat you out."

I exhale loudly and throw my head back.

I'm all wet down there; I know it. I am so wet that my juices are probably dripping out of me this exact second.

And then he places his nose on my clit and inhales deeply.

Fuck, that's good.

"You smell like a Christmas cookie," he whispers into my pussy, "Let's see if you taste just as good."

And then he does the first lick from my hole to my clit, a long and slow lick that makes my body shudder and my head spin.

"Better," he sighs. "You taste so much better."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BEN

I can't believe Mia is lying naked in my arms, and I'm eating her out. And she tastes so much better than I ever imagined.

I love everything about her: the way she tastes, the way she smells, the way she moves. I can't get enough of holding her in my arms, kissing her, and even talking to her.

Fuck, I am so in love with this girl that it's not even funny. Because I still don't know how she feels about me. Are the feelings mutual? Or am I someone she’s using for her first time?

I shake those thoughts away. It's not the time to think about that now. Right now, all I want is for Mia to explode in my hands, screaming my name when I give her the best orgasm of her life.

I make a couple of gentle circles around her clit before putting in a finger. She moans in response, and her back arches. I repeat the motion, and she digs her fingers into the sheets. I guess I'm going in the right direction.

I lower my tongue and enter her pussy with it, as deep as I can, and Mia places her hands on my head, digging her nails into my hair, just the way I always wanted her to do.

I give a couple of gentle smacks to her pussy.

"Ben, please," she moans, pleading with me.

"Please what, princess?" I tease her, squeezing her butt cheeks in my palms as I give another quick kiss to her clit.

"Please, let me come," she begs, and I look up at her. Mia's eyes are closed as she bites her lower lip. Her beautiful face is slightly blushing, and her chest rises and falls with every inhalation.

I could look at this forever: the way this woman moves when she's aroused, the way she breathes heavily; her puckered nipples becoming sharp as a knife with her arousal.

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