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Then he starts swirling his tongue around my clit. His wet tongue feels so different, so much better than anything else. No fingers or vibrators can compare to the slick caress of that muscle against my sensitive nub. I’m going to come in like two point five seconds and I don’t even care. It’s so good.

“So good,” I say aloud. “You’re better than my vibrators.”

He lifts his head for a moment. “We’re going to have to come back to that.”

Then he dives back in. This time he adds fingers, sliding them inside my pussy and angling them just right to brush against my G-spot.

I’m already so close to coming and I haven’t even so much as breathed on his dick.

“I knew you’d taste so damn good,” he murmurs. He rubs against that magic place inside me and continues to swirl his tongue lazily around my clit. I’m bucking into his face and I don’t even care. I’m shamelessly chasing this climax.

“Come in my mouth, kitten. Squirt all over me,” he says. His finger motions become more firm and then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth.

The orgasm bursts through me, starting at my core and radiating through my entire body. I shake everywhere. I’m pretty sure I do squirt on him. Aftershocks rock through my body as he pets my pussy walls and slowly licks my clit.

“I’m pretty sure you have killed me,” I say.

He chuckles. “I’m guessing you have changed your opinion on cunninglingus?”

“First, I think we should always call it that. And secondly, yes. You are the most cunning of the linguists. You have tamed my wild pussy and taught her how to purr. Now, shhhh, I’m napping.”

He laughs boisterously, then somehow manages to lift me and turn me so that I’m lying head up and against his chest.

“That was amazing. I’m annoyed to even admit it,” I say. Another thing that’s amazing is the feel of his chest beneath my cheek. The soft curl of his chest hair, the hardness of his muscles. I won’t be admitting that out loud.

“I thought it was pretty fucking amazing. Want me to do it again?”

I bark out a laugh. “Only if you really are trying to kill me.” I lean back to peek at him. “Tell me the truth, was that one of the interrogation skills they taught you in the SEALs?”

He laughs again and squeezes me to his body, then drops a kiss to my forehead.

That, for some inexplicable reason springs tears to my eyes. Maybe the intensity of that last orgasm really did break me.

“If you’re too tired, or sore, or whatever, we don’t have to do anything else,” he says.

“No way, we still have to fuck you out of my system,” I say.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Not an option. It has to work.”

“But what if?”

I lean up and put a finger over his lips. “Not an option.” I roll over onto my side, facing away from him because frankly looking at him in the eyes during sex is too intense.

I hook my top leg over his hip. “Fuck me, Wade.”

He slicks his erection through my folds, lubricating his shaft and turning me all the way on again. Then he’s pushing in from behind me and he’s so close. We’re chest to back, our legs intertwined. His mouth nips and kisses at the sensitive skin on my neck and shoulder. His hand grips my ass.

“I can sink so much deeper inside you,” he says as he continues to push inside me. “Goddamn, Kelli, it’s like we’re joined as one. Can you feel it?”

Yes, I feel it. It’s intense and magical and I don’t ever want it to end. But I’m no fool. I know we don’t fit. Not in any way beyond this moment with his body inside and against mine. So I simply say, “I feel really full.”

When he starts to move, slowly pumping in and out of me, I’m pretty sure the entire fucking world shifts on its axis. Holy shit. I just thought we’d had good sex before.

“Goddamn, kitten, you’re so damn tight. You were made for me. Do you understand that?”

He’s about to make me come with just the power of his cock, so right now I’ll believe anything he says. “Yes,” I say. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

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