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With each pass of my fingers, whether it be caressing that pussy or tickling down her abdomen, she shifted and wiggled attempting to force my hand to her most erogenous zone. But the first thing to touch that needy clit of hers wouldn’t be my fingers. And I had plenty of exploring I still needed to do before I allowed myself that delicacy.

I tried to ignore the vibration in my own legs as I pressed myself on top of her. My cock pressed against my pants, making me feel as if I were in compression tights and not loose pajamas. Acacia kissed me as if I fed her the very air she breathed. Her mouth crushed against mine. It was feral. Animalistic. Her legs opened wider accepting the full press of my groin. Her arms hooked around my neck as she gluttonously rubbed herself against me.

“Sweet Acacia has a naughty side.” I chuckled, pressing my teeth to her neck as I cant my hips away from her ministrations. “Trying to steal what is mine to give.”

Her frustrated growl only thickened my cock even more. I didn’t think it was possible to become even more turned on, yet somehow Acacia did it without even trying. I knelt between her legs and pushed my pajamas off my hips, kicking them off somewhere in the direction of the end of the bed. Cock in hand, I savored the hungry look in Acacia’s eyes, loving the way she struggled between holding my gaze and satisfying the curiosity that had her eyes struggling to flit down to take in length of me.

“It’s okay to look,” I assured her, taking a long pull from root to sensitive head. The sensation alone had me whiting out and desperate to fuck into the warm welcome of my own hand just to satisfying the desperate need to plunder.

“I haven’t stopped staring at your luscious body all night. Turnabout is fair play.”

I made a show of caressing my cock for her. Pinching my tip, pulling against my base, shifting my balls so she could take in the whole picture. She did more than take me in. She devoured me with a look that made me feel as if she wanted to make a meal out of me. Like that didn’t puff up my chest.

Acacia had never been a person who faked anything. She gave it to you straight regardless of if you wanted to hear it. So to see her eyes go wide and glassy, and bite back a moan? I don’t know if I would be able to handle this being a one and done if that was her intent. We hadn’t even gotten to the sex part and already her sensual body and addicting brain had insinuated themselves into the marrow of my body.

“Do you like what you see, Ms. Ashley?”

Never had I cared if someone found me attractive. With previous lovers, I guess I’d always assumed they had, otherwise being in bed together would have been counterproductive. Yet, I couldn’t help asking. I needed to know if she felt as out of her head as I did.

“I’d like it more if you stopped being such a tease.” She traced a path with her toe up my leg nearly to my cock before I stayed her foot and spread her open so I could explore every inch of her pink.

It felt as if we were cradled in a room absent of sound, other than the surprised squeak that came from Acacia when I flopped between her legs and spread apart her thighs. It was my own fault. I spent too long teasing and winding her up that the game had the opposite effect, turning me into a rabid beast. The first taste of her slippery pussy unleashed a beast inside of me that had never surfaced with such avarice.

I couldn’t let up if I tried. My mouth, my tongue, my nose, lips, chin, cheeks—there wasn’t an inch of my face that did not get involved in taking Acacia to a height of passion that would have her nose diving into an orgasm so intense she’d squirt. That was the new goal. Whether she was capable or not, as I worshipped her pussy, I promised myself I’d die trying.

There was no better feeling than a woman’s fingers in your hair, pulling and yanking, holding on for dear life while you fucked into them ruthlessly with your tongue. Acacia rode me like a prized show pony, cooing and moaning her approval.

“Oh, shit.” Acacia’s voice tremored and her muscles tensed. “Fuck. Edwin!”

Acacia coming was a glorious sight. Even in the low light of my bedroom, with just the nightstand lamp shining, I could see the deep rose flush across her chest inching toward her chin, the sheen of sweat coating her body, and her head locked against my headboard as her hips lifted off the bed.

“You went easy on me,” I teased, pressing my fingers into her. “You should really make me work a little bit harder.”

God, it was going to be glorious. Her walls clamped down and sucked at my fingers as I went in search of her g-spot. I reveled in the shocked mewls coming from Acacia as I found my target.

“Think you can give me another one?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Her head rocked against my pillows back and forth. I could practically read her thoughts. She didn’t believe she could, but I knew otherwise. Her tightly peaked nipples, her breathless sighs and moans, not to mention the nutcracker of a pussy that repeatedly clamped down on my hand each time I tickled that little bundle – she was going to go supersonic whether she thought she was capable or not.

Up her body I kissed. I took my time exploring her soft belly before making my way up to her glorious breasts. It only took a few suckles and nibbles before her pussy went from fluttering to contracting. I needed to taste her desire. To catch it on her tongue as she cried my name in ecstasy.

“Kiss me,” It was a command, but one whispered in her ear.

I held my lips, just far enough away that it would take little effort for her to meet them. Her mouth was soft, the kiss far too tender given my hand was buried deep inside her, manipulating her g-spot. I expected teeth and tongue. But instead she kissed me as she would a long lost lover. It was slow and sweet, my face cradled between her hands, her nails tickling into my hair while she collapsed into the sensation of our mouths sliding against one another.

Just when I’d been about to whisper something dirty against her lips to counterbalance all of the sweet, she came again. Hearing her call my name like a mantra, feeling the rumble of her voice, and experiencing her come apart as our bodies lined up, skin to skin, her head cradled in the crook of my arm. It was too much. I couldn’t protect myself. There was no more shield. She’d obliterated whatever protective instinct I had with her sweetOh, Edwin.

No one else called me Edwin. I was Ed, or Eddie. The guys from college called me Wheeler. But Acacia was the only one who used my formal name who I never corrected or offered an alternative. And damn if it wasn’t the sweetest sound on her lips. One I was certain I’d never get sick of hearing. In fact, I could say without a doubt I’d crave that sound until I was no longer able to hear. And even then, I’d reflect on what it sounded like.

I was so fucked.

ChapterFourteen

I didn’t knowwhich end was up. Or down. Hell, I couldn’t accurately assess whether or not I even still had a body. What I did know is that the old Acacia no longer existed. Like a Phoenix she’d been charred to ash and forced to rise from that smoking pyre. How on earth was I supposed to go back to being a normal, boring human being after Edwin had just turned me into a sexual superwoman?

Not even bringing into consideration how well he could bring me to the height of bliss without even breaking a sweat, the man kissed like the main character in a blockbuster film. It was fire and passion one minute, and then sweet and coaxing the next. The entire world lay shattered around the bed, and the only thing I could think about was the delicious stretch of my body as it accepted his cock.

“I wish I could take you bare,” he’d whispered as he pushed in. “To feel your skin to skin. Know the lush warmth of you inside and out.”

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