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But instead, he lowered his mouth and pushed the skirt of my dress up, baring the lace underwear beneath. His fingers pressed into the flesh of my thighs, shoving them apart, then he slowly ran one finger along the part of my lips.
He followed with his tongue.
I fisted my fingers in his hair and moaned.
His tongue slowly circled my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through me. “You’re so wet for me,” he hummed against my sex.
“I want you,” I breathed. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you at the bar.”
“Then you can wait a little longer,” he said and traced another circle around my clit, sucking this time and then blowing gently.
I shuddered against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he said, continuing to work tantalizing patterns against me with his tongue. “I’ve been thinking of you, fisting my cock just from our kiss.” Then he slipped a finger inside me, then two, working every part of me with his mouth and his fingers until I had to grip the countertop with all I had just to stay upright.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “And when you do, remember, it’s going to be even better when I’m inside of you.”
Just his words, his cool breath on my skin, made me shiver.
And then he was back at it, pushing me higher and higher until I fell apart around his fingers, yelling out with the force of it all, of the way he made me feel. This was nirvana.
No, this wasCohen.
And I would never get enough.
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She clenched around my fingers, and I gently fucked her until the waves stopped coming. Everything inside me, including my dick, wanted to be inside her, sliding through her wetness that slicked my fingers. But I didn’t want to race through my time with Birdie.
Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed as she looked at me in awe. “That was... incredible,” she said, her voice breathy.
Knowing I made her feel that way gave me a heady rush. Wanting to watch her shudder, see the lust fill her eyes, I brought my two fingers to my mouth and sucked off her moisture.
She tasted so fucking good, and she gave me just the reaction I was looking for. Her lids dropped, heavy with heat, and her teeth caught her bottom lip, red and swollen.
My dick strained harder against my pants, and she knew it. Those soft hands of hers kneaded at the hard spot in my jeans, and I groaned. She reached for my zipper as I reached for her tits. I wanted to taste them and feel her nipples stiffen against my tongue.
Just as I sucked on her tit, she freed my dick and brought her hand to my shaft, pumping once and butting up against the sensitive tip.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I said, “I have a confession to make.”
“Yeah?” she asked, pumping harder.
I moaned, my breath coming faster. “The first night you stayed, I had to take a cold shower you turned me on so damn much.”
“Is that so?” Her beautiful lips quirked into a smile as she slid her hand farther down my length and cupped my balls. God, it felt good.
I kissed her mouth, hot, heavy, and she kissed me back, her hands working me so well I could feel my dick hardening even more.
“The shower didn’t work,” I admitted, and this time she moaned.
“Tell me about it,” she said, her breasts hitching, pressing to my chest.
I reached her other tit, freeing it and working my thumb over her nipple. “My dick was so hard just thinking about you. I did it in the shower, thinking about eating you out from behind.”
She moaned again, and I pinched her nipple, tugging and working it between my thumb and forefinger.