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Mia, who sniffled softly as she kissed me, her fingers trembling slightly where they held onto me. My hands reached up to cradle her face gently, and I wiped away her tears with my thumbs.

“Don’t cry, my love,” I murmured against her lips, losing myself to the soft push and pull of her lips on mine.

“Can’t help it,” she hiccupped, her lips stretching into a sheepish smile.

I pulled away and she whined at the sudden loss of contact, but I dropped kisses on her cheeks, my lips brushing away the last of her tears.

“You shouldn’t ever cry,” I told her, letting her bury her face in my neck. “Only when you’re deliriously happy.”

She pressed her lips to my neck, sending a flutter of arousal down my spine and into my lower stomach.

“But I am,” she said in between kisses, her hands roaming beneath my T-shirt. Her fingertips left goosebumps in their wake, igniting slivers of my skin as they crept up towards my ribs.

“I still don’t like seeing it,” I said with a shudder.

“It’s your fault.” She sighed, giggling at the hiss that escaped my lips when her thumbs brushed over my nipples.

“I’ll gladly take the blame if it’s making you happy,” I hummed. My hands drifted down her neck and over her collar bones before I settled on her waist.

“I’d be even happier if you touched me.” She giggled.

I bit back a smirk. “I am touching you,” I countered, making a point of squeezing her waist between my hands.

“More,” she demanded, rolling my nipples between her fingertips.

I hissed again, arching into her touch with a chuckle.

“Like this?” I teased, hooking my fingers inside the waistband of her jeans.

She wriggled impatiently and lay back on the sofa, pulling me down with her until I hovered above her. “More,” she repeated, her tongue poking out to lick up the length of my neck.

Every corner of my soul blazed with need.

Slowly, and with every intention of teasing, I pulled her T-shirt up, pressing my lips to the softness of her stomach for every inch of skin I exposed. Soft, quiet little hums slipped through her parted lips, spurring me on until I finally pulled her T-shirt up over her head.

She lay beneath me, looking a little dazed, her chest rising and falling with every gasp for breath.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and kissing her slowly. My other hand got rid of her bra and tossed it to the floor where it joined her T-shirt.

I kissed a line down her body, starting at the base of her neck and moving between her breasts and down to her stomach. With a little maneuvering, her jeans joined the growing pile of her clothes on the floor, her underwear going soon after. As much as I wanted to stare at her, take in every inch of her beautiful body laid out in front of me, I had other plans.

“Oh, shit!” she squeaked in surprise as I settled beneath her thighs and flicked my tongue along her bare vagina.

My thumbs pressed into the sensitive skin on either side of her vagina, parting her slick lips.

“Don’t- wait, Reid-ah!”

I buried the insecurities clinging to her whimpers and pressed my mouth to her, my lips circled around her clit, and pulled whine after whine from her lips.

I sank my tongue inside her wet heat to the melody of her moans and I swore there would never be anywhere else I’d rather be than watching her fall apart from between her thighs.

Her spine arched off the sofa and her thighs twitched around my head, her whines turning more and more desperate with every sweep of my tongue inside her. My nose nudged at her clit and the sounds she made sent pleasure tumbling down my spine.

The pain in my knees paled in comparison to the ache in the pit of my stomach, the ache throbbing between my thighs.

“Oh my God, Reid,” she gasped, her hips bucking up into my mouth, her thighs threatening to snap shut.

“Almost,” I whispered onto her swollen clit, sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs and squeezing behind her knees, keeping her legs splayed open for me. “Just a little more.”