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I look into her eyes, bringing my lips to hers. "I promise," I tell her softly, "I will get you there. Try to enjoy the journey, okay?"

She groans. "I'm not used to this."

I cup her cheek. "Have you ever felt like this about anyone before?"

She shakes her head.

"For once in your life, quit worrying about efficiency," I tease her. "Turn over."

She looks at me curiously before rolling onto her stomach.

I straddle her lower back, leaning over and brushing my lips over the back of her neck. Her shoulders. Down her spine. Every inch of her.

I lose myself in the taste of her skin, in the scent of her, the feel of her against my lips.

I lose control, coming hard against her.

Fuck.

I kiss her back, lower, down to her perfect ass. I nip at the fleshy part of her cheeks. Her squirming turns to moans. Louder now.

"Josie. Please." Desperation. "I don't know how much more I can…"

"Turn over," I say hoarsely. When she does, her hand comes up to cup her own breast, rolling her nipple as she lets out a needy moan.

I pull her hand away. "Mine." I climb up to kiss her. Her eyes are glazed over. "Not yet," I tell her. I take both her breasts inmy hands, their weight perfect. "You're beautiful, Florence."So beautiful.My lips wrap around her nipple.

Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her as she moans, pressing her body into me.

I could stay here all day.

I circle her nipple with my tongue, scrape it with my teeth, suck her. Her entire body comes off the bed as she cries out. She's so close already.

I want to see her eyes when she comes for me. I lick my lips, my eyes meeting hers as I reach for her heat.

"Florence," I breathe, sinking a finger into her. Closing her eyes, she gasps.

"No," I whisper, "I want you to look at me." She opens her eyes as I slip another finger into her. She gasps—opens her soul to me the moment her body clenches around me.

"Josie!Fuck," she groans through her orgasm. Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she catches her breath.

While she's laying there, I trace my fingertip around her erect nipple. I bring my lips to the soft skin of her breasts, the valley between them. I avoid her most sensitive spots, at least for now, so I can explore this side of her. Her soft skin pebbles at my hot breath, under my lips, my fingertips.

Her fingers slide into my hair—not to control me, but to hold me.

I'm somewhere between the curve of her breasts and her belly button when she starts begging. "Josie." Her voice is like warm honey, soft and sweet and slow.

I lift my eyes to meet hers, my tongue and my teeth nipping gently at her skin.

"Florence." I grin against her skin, kiss her, run my fingertips along her sides.

"You're killing me," she whimpers.

"I'm almost there," I promise her, pressing a knee between her legs to make room. I kiss along the crease at her hips, slow and torturous. Judging by the noises she's making and the way she's twitching at my every touch, she's not going to last much longer.

I move my kisses to her knees, slowly moving my way up her thighs, and she opens for me, beautiful and swollen and wanting. Waiting for me. I inhale the scent of her, licking my lips, and glance up at her. She's watching me, holding her breath.

"Josie." It's almost a growl this time. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling me into her.