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“I’m not going to let you out of this bed.”

“All night?” she asks.

“Ever.”

I spread her knees so I can stand between them, her eyes darkening. I want to leave every part of her swollen and humming. Use every part of myself to worship her and every trick I’ve ever learned.

My body is tight everywhere, already anticipating my release, but it’s a long time away. I’ll make her lose her mind first, to see only me when she closes those beautiful eyes.

Her nipples are hard in the cool air, and I bend to suck one. Rae’s head falls back, her hair splayed out like dark silk on the duvet.

“Every time I make you come, you say my name.”

She snorts. “Seems redundant. Unless you’re worried I’m picturing Daniel Kaluuya when I close my eyes. He is handsome and British…”

I bite her and am rewarded by a yelp and her hand tightening in my hair. I want her to trust me to make her feel things. To not run away from me.

I start with her breasts, licking and sucking until she’s breathing roughly. Then I skim down her body, kneeling between her legs to press my mouth to where she’s hot and wet.

The lace is rough, and her flesh is slick and smooth. I would tear it off except that it’s frustrating her every bit as much as me, and that’s my goal.

I grab the side of her thong and draw it up, pulling so it tightens everywhere, leaving lines in her skin and making her slit puff against the lace.

My other hand slides up to rub her breast, tracing a thumb around her nipple before pinching. I suck on her until she breaks, shaking and shivering.

“Say it.” I trace a finger up the inside of her thigh, and she trembles from the climax.

“I’m not even naked?—”

I press my tongue against her once more where she’s sensitive, and she squirms, but I don’t let her inch away.

“Harrison. Okay?”

I shift over her, the dazed expression on her face and the fact that her eyes are glazed with pleasure instead of haunted telling me I’m on the right track. She traces her nails down my chest and stomach. I love it enough that I hate what I need to do next.

“Flip.”

With a suspicious look, she does.

The sight of her arse in the air has me biting my tongue. I run both hands over her, squeezing and admiring how good she feels as much as the little sound of pleasure that escapes her.

I brush the hair back from her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“You didn’t last long.”

“Not with my cock. Need to leave something to look forward to.”

The underwear stays on, and the next time she comes, it’s around two of my fingers, my thumb pressing hard against her clit.

“Harrison,” she pants against the duvet, her hands fisting in the fabric.

She shifts to look over her shoulder, eyes full of hazy pleasure and accusation as I lick her off my fingers.

“How many more times can you come?”

Her sigh is tortured. “None.”

I press my lips to the base of her spine. “So much to learn.”