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“Do you want me to stop?”

I balked at the mere thought of it, and she giggled.

“Me neither,” she murmured, her thumbs caressing the stiffened peaks of my nipples. “So why don’t you do us both a favor, and let someone else take care of you for once, hm?”

I pressed my lips together.

“Thank you,” she purred, kissing me once more before turning her attention back to my body.

She laved her tongue over one of my nipples while she pried my slacks off, moving between my breasts with a smattering of featherlight kisses.

I’d lost track of my own heartbeat; the rapid thud had turned to a steady hum, something I could scarcely hold onto for longer than a few breaths.

When her fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down my thighs and off my legs, my lungs shuddered.

“Don’t crush my head, okay?” she teased, her lips dragging across my lower abdomen, from one hip bone to the other. “On second thought… that’s not a bad way to go.”

A startled chuckle flew from my lips as her tongue flicked out over my clit. “I can’t say I’ll have any control once you stop talking,” I panted, every nerve in my body keyed to the maximum.

The only warning she offered was a smug little hum before she closed her mouth around me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my spine curving up and off the bed.

In the intoxicating heat of her mouth, her tongue slid between my folds, the tip teasing my entrance before sweeping back up to my clit. She repeated the same movement in little figure eights that had me seeing the very first steps to nirvana.

Her arms wrapped around my hips, her fingertips coming around to pull my folds apart.

All the easier for her tongue to dip inside me, teasing, hellishly slow, until I was whining.

“Frankie, that’s en- oh, shit!”

She dropped her weight onto the bed, fully relaxed while she drove me to the very edge of my own senses.

“I’m only just getting started,” she murmured, lifting her burning gaze to mine. Her chin was slick with my arousal, her tongue sweeping out over her bottom lip in satisfaction. “Don’t spoil my fun.”

I let my head fall back against the headboard, forced to watch as she maneuvered my body to her liking.

She bent one of my legs and pushed my thigh to my stomach, a hand braced against the back of that thigh while the other traced shapeless designs toward my soaking flesh.

She hollowed out her cheeks, the sudden pressure on my clit almost blinding and I scrambled for the surface, dragged under again and again with the force of the pleasure.

Her free hand caressed the curve of my ass, and her middle and ring fingers pressed inside me at an excruciating pace. And she pillowed her face on my thigh, getting comfortable as if she’d spend all night between my legs.

Part of me didn’t doubt that she’d try, if she could.

If I was coherent enough, I might have complained. I might have pulled some sarcastic comment out to egg her on.

But my mouth only widened around a silent cry as the pressure built, the slow drag of her fingertips achingly delicious, her tongue relentless as it swirled around my abused clit.

I wouldn’t- couldn’t take much more.

My hips bucked up but she only hummed, pleased by the desperation searing through me.

Her fingers turned in me, the pads of her fingers pressed into my g spot and I lost a shattered breath.

I was there and not, solid yet not, the effervescent pleasure turning molten.

Consuming.