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“No, yes, I ummm, don’t want you to feel like you have to, I…” Her words from the wedding come flooding back. How she asked her ex-boyfriend to go down on her and denied her, telling her it was gross and that thought only spurs me on, determined to show how much I want her.

“Mia cara, I have been craving your taste since I met you. Don’t deny me out of fear. I want to do this,” I reassure her, cupping her face.

“Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip the way she does when she’s nervous, and I notice she’s pinging the band around her wrist. I cover her wrist with my hand and run my thumb along her lower lip.

“I want you, Gabriella. Every part of you that you are willing to let me have. You are in charge here.”

She lies back slowly, letting me know she wants this. I wait till she’s comfortable and nudge her thighs apart again. I take a second to take her in, half dressed, her bare pussy exposed, and waiting, for me. The first time I touched her was all about her, her comfort, her needs, helping to break down that wall of vulnerability she hides behind daily that I didn’t get a chance to savior a moment for it to sink in that I am finally seeing her in a way she’s felt too nervous to share with anyone in a long time, in a way I’ve wanted to see her for so long if I were being honest with myself.

After allowing myself just a second for the tremor of adrenaline to pulse through me, I waste no time burying my face into her wet pussy and I eat. I lick and suck on her clit, and she’s just as sweet as I’d imagined. I devour her, my movements pulling a moan from her that hangs in the air, encouraging me to continue.

Her legs begin to shudder and I wrap an arm around her thigh, tugging her a little closer and then push a finger inside her just alittle, circling her entrance lightly, teasing, giving her just a taste of what she is craving. I glance up, watching her chest rise and fall between as her moans fade into desperate whimpers.

“More. Please.”

Her words let me know I’ve pushed through her walls of insecurity, and she wants this just as much as I want to give it to her.

“Mmm, so fucking tight and wet.” I push my finger all the way in. She feels warm and soft as silk. I add another finger inside her, pumping my fingers slowly while I continue sucking her clit and she starts to rock her hips against my mouth.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Ride my face,” I growl against her hot skin.

“Oh, shit…” I can’t help but grin at the words that fall from her lips. My dick strains painfully against the fabric of my briefs and it’s taking all my power to not take her right here in my kitchen. But this moment is all about her.

I continue pumping my fingers, her arousal coating them and the sound echoing around the space. She tries to squeeze her thighs shut and I hold them apart with my forearm, flattening my hand on her stomach to keep her in place.

Her walls tighten, her manicured nails scratching along the surface of the counter.

I release her clit from my mouth. “Hold on to your legs and pull them back,” I demand in more of a growl. I’m just as turned on as she is. I want, no need, her to come undone for me.

She does as she’s told. “Good girl.”

The move has now opened her up even more, showcasing her glistening thighs, coated in her arousal.

I continue pumping my fingers, curling my fingers until I hit that sweet spot that has her back arching off the counter. Her hooded eyes are full of heat and seeing her like this is enough to make me come without her even touching me.

“Please, don’t stop,” she says on a strangled breath. She doesn’t need to ask me twice. Gabriella pleading for my touch may be my new weakness. I don’t think I could deny her anything.

Her walls begin to spasm and I circle my tongue over her swollen clit one final time, sucking hard as her orgasm rips through her. I look up and watch in awe as her body succumbs to the pleasure. Her body shudders, and I don’t stop my fingers moving until she releases her legs and lets them fall against the counter.

I rise, looking down as she’s spread out, utterly spent. I bring my fingers to her mouth, and she opens without hesitation.

“Suck,” I command, and she does, moaning around my fingers. Swirling her tongue over the tips of my fingers and I groan, imagining how good it would feel on my cock. I remove my fingers from her mouth, knowing I probably shouldn’t kiss her, because kissing means intimacy and this isn’t meant to be anything more than a friend helping out a friend yet, I go against what my head is telling me and go with what my heart and apparently what my dick wants. I pull her up and crash my lips down on hers, pushing my fingers into her hair and kissing her with a sense of urgency, as if she may disappear if I don’t hold on to her.

Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and we break the kiss for just a second as she lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it, and my lips are back on hers, our tongues intertwining, and I feel myself getting lost in her. I pull back, stroking the pad of my thumb over her jaw, pressing my forehead to hers, and in a moment of weakness or utter madness, I confess. “I think I could get addicted to you.”

She mirrors my actions, and her next words have me feral.

“I want to touch you,” she whispers and then kisses me with a want that no woman has ever expressed toward me.

Not wanting to deny her, I lift her off the counter, my hands cupping her bare ass, never breaking our kiss. I carry her up to my bedroom, pinning her to the wall when we enter my room. I can feel myself falling and getting so lost in her, I can’t think clearly. I’m losing my head, but there’s this invisible string that pulls me to her, and I don’t think I have the strength to fight against it. But I know if I have all of her, I’ll never recover when she leaves me. But I can give her what she wants without having all of her.

“If this is too much, and you wanna stop, you tell me, okay?”

She nods. “Use your words, Gabriella. I need to hear you say it.”

“Okay, I will tell you if it gets too much,” she confirms, her voice breathless and labored, but it’s what I needed to hear. I take a step back, reaching for the buckle on my belt.

“Have you sucked a cock before, Gabriella?”