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She was wet for me. So wet. I dipped my head down and drew my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweetness. A shudder of pleasure went through me and for a moment I had to pull back so I didn’t come right there on the sheets. I propped my hands under her ass and dipped my head down.

When my tongue met her clit she gasped. I went in slow, languorous circles, dipping my tongue into the center of her before returning to her center.

“Oh god, Will,” she said as I slowed my pace on her clit, teasing her. I wanted to control this. I wanted to have her begging for release.

But not like this. I sat up. She sucked in a breath at my absence. “This way,” I said. I sat her up and lay down on my back.

I crooked a finger at her. “Here,” I said.

She was stunning in the candlelight, with her dark curls and parted lips. But I wanted her on me.

She gripped the headboard, lifting her hips so she was over my face then she lowered her pussy onto me.

I grabbed her ass as she ground herself onto me, as I sucked on her clit, flicking it fast and hard with my tongue.

Michelle swirled her hips over me, rocking against me.

“I’m going to come,” she said, panting.

I couldn’t help it, I stroked my cock as she arched her back, coming on my face. I used my free hand to cover her mouth; to quiet her screams as she bucked over and over again.

It was the hottest fucking moment I’d ever experienced.

I had to stop stroking—my cock was already dripping, ready for her.

Finally, she swung off me, falling back onto the bed.

“That was… incredible,” she said. Her eyes met mine. “But I want more.”

“Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice thick with need.

“I want you,” she said. “I want your cock inside me, I want you to make me—”

But I’d sat up, dipping my tongue back down to her swollen clit. I slipped two fingers inside her, stroking and pulling while I flicked my tongue fast and hard once more. The change of pace was so sudden she cried out, clapping a hand over her mouth. She shuddered under me, instantly moaning, shaking, and drenching me with her wetness as she came. When she slowed, she lay there with her eyes closed, catching her breath.

I got off the bed and pulled my shorts off, dropping them to the floor.

Then I returned to the bed. I lay down next to her, cupping her cheek in my hand, and kissed her, soft, sweet, hard, all the ways I could. My cock grazed her thigh in delicious, slippery torture.

“Fuck, I need you,” I said against her mouth.

She stretched her arm out, reaching for the drawer beside her bed, not quite making it. I leaned over her, pulling it open and taking out a foil packet. I tried to open it but she put her hand on mine.

“Wait,” she said. She gently pushed me onto my back. Then she lowered her face down, her hair cascading over me, and took my cock in her mouth.

Pleasure shot through me, making my skin feel like a charge had gone through it. Her hands were working some kind of magic on me, massaging and stroking and tugging.

“Stop,” I said. I pulled away as need coursed through me. I ripped open the condom, slipping it onto my cock fast.

Maybe I should have waited a moment, took some time to just look at her. Her whole body glowed in the soft candlelight. She was exquisite. A painting. A sculpture.

But I couldn’t wait. I took her by the hips and gently flipped her over onto her front. I wanted her up where she was before with her hands on the headboard.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my hands on her hips.

“I will be,” she said, “when you’re fucking me.”

I gave a low laugh. God, this woman. I pulled her ass up until the curve of it was under my palms.