Page 54 of Luxe

"What I've wanted to do for a really fucking long time?" I laugh. "Your hair is just stunning, Kiki."

I'm awarded with a beaming proud smile. "Thank you. I grew it myself."

Now it's my turn to reward her with a laugh that fills my whole body. "I'm the one who's supposed to make the jokes around here, thank you very much!"

"Well, you weren’t doing your job so I was taking up some of the slack."

"Oh. Ouch." I clutch at my chest and feign a mortal injury, falling to my knees onto the rug.

She just stands there and looks down at me, completely unmoved. "If you die, can I have your couch?"

"No." I playfully pout, not-so-surreptitiously trying to look up her dress. "I'm going to be buried with it."

“Fine, that one then." She points to one of the other identical couches.

"Sorry, taking that one too. What if I want to choose when I’m stuck down there?"

Her face scrunches up. "You're very needy for a dead person."

She doesn’t get another word in, before I reach up and grab her hand and pull her down onto my lap, cradling her head with my hand. "Only for you, Kiki. Needy only for you." Then I lean in and kiss her, and it's just as thrilling as it was the first time.

"Hmm," she murmurs against my lips.

"Everything okay?" I whisper against her cheek.

"Yes. You... are delicious." The words come out small and shy.

I kiss her again, pulling her up so that she’s kneeling, allowing me to lift her dress over her head. I can't believe I've already been inside her without even seeing her completely naked.

The dress now gone, I see she’s not wearing a bra and her breasts are small and tipped with light pink nipples that stand out against her pale, opaque skin. The pad of my thumb aches to touch it, but instead I lean in, and flick the very tip of my tongue across the very tip of her nipple instead.

Her breath stills in her throat and her hands are instantly in my hair.

I reach out to lick her nipple again, this time with a long, slow, decadent lick, imprinting the shape of her nipple into my memory. It hardens into a pebble under my tongue and her arousal at my touch stokes my own need.

She moves so that she leans back bracing her hands on her ankles, offering herself up to me.

And, leaning over her, I accept. Hungrily, needily, burying my face in her skin, inhaling her scent, her sweat, drawing my oxygen from her cells. My mouth finds her breast, sucking on her nipple, savoring the way it hardens even more with each flick of my tongue. Her soft moans tornado-ing around my head, and I'm lost.

I force myself away from her nipple to kiss my way down her body.

Her skin is taut under my lips, slightly salty from the sweat of our last fuck.

Knowing what is coming, she leans back even more, holding herself up by bracing her elbows on the floor, her knees sliding wider apart, her pussy lips slightly agape, already glistening.

My tongue traces the gap between her pussy lips without dipping too far, making her shiver at my touch.

"Your pussy is fucking pretty, angel. I could sit here and do this all day. And one day I will. Until you pass out from coming on my face."

And then my tongue slides deep past her pussy lips and against her clit. I’m careful not to spread her with my fingers, I want the only thing she comes from this time is my tongue on her clit, showing her that's all I need to make her come harder than she ever has in her life.

My face buries against her, as I press my tongue flat against her clit. Soft moans envelope me as she grinds on me, just like she did before, circling her hips, mashing her pubis against my face as my tongue laps at her.

"That’s good, angel. Just like that. Fuck my face."

I don't know if she can hear my muffled words but the way her movements quicken tells me that she does. I settle onto my stomach on the floor for traction with both of my hands reaching around to cup her ass, lifting her hips up so that my mouth can push harder against her.

"Uhhhh. Kylian. Fuck..." The words come out barely intelligible. "I want to, I need to come."

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