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I want to take a little more time, though, so instead, I straddle her and slip one of my thighs between both of hers. She gasps when I grab her hips and pull her onto me. I lean forward, increasing the pressure until she cries out and starts bucking against my leg.

We find a rhythm, and she rides my thigh until we’re both panting and slick with sweat. I shift so I’m kneeling between her legs and spread them wider. She smells so good it’s making me dizzy. I keep my eyes on her face as I trail a finger up the soaked fabric of her underwear. She gasps and then bites her lip when I flip my hand around so I can cup her whole pussy, the heel of my palm pressing over her clit.

The thin layer of fabric between us is making things even hotter, but I need her skin too bad to keep waiting. I need to touch her—really touch her, like I’ve been craving since I looked out my window and saw her in the yard.

She lifts her hips so I can strip her. I don’t look away from her pussy even as I toss her underwear across my room. She’s absolutely mesmerizing, her perfect pink folds slick and dripping with how bad she wants this.

“Oh my god, Hope.” For a few moments, that’s all I can say. I just sit there kneeling with her spread in front of me, a million possibilities shifting through my mind.

A million ways to touch her, taste her, make her mine.

I start stroking my thumbs along her inner thighs, getting just close enough to make her twitch.

“This is sexy,” I say, taking a moment to trail my finger over the strip of hair she’s left above her pussy.

“O-oh yeah?” she stammers.

I grin. “Yeah, it actually doesn’t surprise me that you’re the landing strip type. It suits you, and it’s so hot.”

She starts to say something but has to stop and suck in a breath when I lower my head without warning and kiss the thin patch of hair. I keep going, teasing her with kisses and licks along her inner thighs and outer lips.

“O-oh.” Her hands fist in my hair again. “That...Oh.”

I hover over her clit, watching the way my hot breath makes her tremble, and then I trail my tongue in one long, slow lick up and down the length of her. She sighs my name, and it urges me on. I keep my tongue focused on her clit as I thrust two fingers inside her. She’s so wet I could have fit three. I can hear her panting and squealing as she pulls on my hair, but I’m so lost in the taste of her I almost forget this is supposed to be for her benefit, not mine.

I can’t tell which one of us is enjoying it more. She tastes so good I pull my fingers out for a moment just so I can thrust my tongue inside her. I growl as I go back to licking her clit, and this time I really do slide three fingers into her. Her back arches, and she lets out a long, low moan before she starts thrusting onto my hand.

I fuck her hard, furiously, as I keep going on her clit. I tune into the subtle signals of her body, learning just which spots make her go wild. She starts tightening around my fingers, and I know she’s getting close.

“I want you to come for me,” I say against her skin. “Come for me, Hope.”

She bucks against me, once, twice, and then her whole body goes rigid before her spine curves in a violent arch and her desperate shrieks fill the room. I don’t let up until she’s totally spent, lying limp on the bed and gasping for breath.

I sit up and lock eyes with her as I drag the back of my hand across my mouth. She twitches.

“Fuck.” My voice comes out low and hoarse. “Fuck, Hope.”

She closes her eyes and bursts out laughing. “Yes, yes you did fuck me.”

I start laughing too. “You’re delirious.”

“Yeah, I think I am.” She starts rolling her head from side to side, still laughing in a breathless, euphoric kind of way. “How did that feel sooooo good?”

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?”

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard with someone.”

A rush of satisfaction fills me as I lay down beside her. She rolls over and clings to me, the two of us coming down together as she catches her breath.

“I want to do that to you,” she says with her mouth just under my ear.

My thighs squeeze together, but I do my best to stay calm.

“You know you don’t have to. I promise you, that was more than enough for me.”

“I want to.” She pulls back to look at me. “Can I?”

I need her so bad I’m twitching, and the same need is written all over her face. Her eyes are wide as they stare into mine, waiting for me to let us both fall off this ledge together.