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"What can I say?" I shrug, moving toward her. "You inspire me."

She laughs, pulling her shirt over her head.

"Take off your clothes," I say again. "All of them."

Her laughter fades, replaced by something darker and hungrier. She stands, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls away, revealing perfect breasts with dark nipples already pebbled.

"Beautiful," I murmur, stepping closer.

She unbuttons her jeans next, pushing them down along with her panties, and she steps out of them, now as naked as I am.

"I could look at you all day," I close the distance between us and cup her face, kissing her deeply, and I taste myself on her tongue. I slide my hands down her neck, her shoulders, until I'm cupping her breasts. She moans against my mouth as I brush my thumbs over her nipples.

"Lie down," I whisper against her lips.

She complies, stretching out on the bed, her dark curls fanning across the pillow. I follow, covering her body with mine, and kissing her again as my hand trails down her stomach.

"Tell me what you want," I say, nipping at her lower lip.

"You," she answers immediately. "Your mouth. Your hands. Everything."

I smile against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck. "Be specific."

"I want your mouth on my breasts," she says, her voice breathy. "And then lower."

"As the lady wishes," I murmur, moving down to capture one nipple between my lips.

She arches off the bed with a gasp, her hands flying to my hair. I suck gently, then with more pressure when she moans her approval. My hand kneads her other breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers.

"Evan," she whimpers, her hips rocking up against nothing.

I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, teasing the skin just above where she wants me most.

"Please," she begs, spreading her legs wider.

I look up at her, her nipple still in my mouth. "Please, what?"

"Touch me," she says, her eyes dark with need. "I need you to touch me."

I release her breast with a final lick and move lower, trailing kisses down her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bone. When I settle between her thighs, she's already wet and swollen, ready for me.

"You're soaked," I run a finger through her folds.

She shivers. "It's your fault."

"I'll take the blame gladly," I say, lowering my head to press a kiss on her inner thigh.

She whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't tease me."

"But it's so fun," I counter, kissing her other thigh, getting closer to where she wants me, but not quite there.

"Evan, I swear to God…"

Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I finally lick a long stripe through her folds. I groan against her, and she jerks in response.

"More," she demands, her hand finding my hair again.

I oblige, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips. At the same time, I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars.