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Holding Mae under her ass, I push to my feet. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her inside the house and straight up the stairs to my bedroom.
“You’re so strong and manly,” she coos in my ear, pressing kisses over my neck.
Dipping forward, I place her on the bed and kick off my shoes. Tugging her flats off, I notice her toenails are painted the same color as her fingernails, which I find incredibly sexy.
Placing a knee on the mattress, I crawl after Mae as she scoots backward to the pillows. She parts her legs as I move between them. Reaching under her shirt, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings
Inch by inch, I peel them down her legs and toss them aside. Staring down at the long lengths of bare skin makes me hungry for the sweetness I know lies between them.
Pressing my hands to each of her thighs, I skim my palms under her oversized shirt that hangs almost to mid-thigh, and come to the realization she’s not wearing underwear.
Goddamn.
My fingers curl around her hips, clutching her curves as I look down and meet her unflinching blue gaze. “You naughty little thing, going commando. Is that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
Blood surges to my cock. Gripping the hem of her shirt, I raise it. Mae first lifts her hips and then her back to help me. Once the garment is over her head, she’s naked from head to toe.
“Surprise,” she says, wearing a mischievous smile.
Moving backward, I say, “I shouldn’t be surprised you weren’t wearing a bra, but you got me.” When I reach the end of the mattress, I grip her ankles and give a sudden yank. Rustling the sheets, she slides down the bed to me. I slip to the floor on my knees and spread her thighs wider.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy since you left the other night. Thinking about how pink and pretty it is. How sweet it tastes. How soft your lips felt against my tongue. Thinking about feeling it again.” I drag my tongue from her entrance straight up to circle her clit.
“James.” She wiggles her hips. “More.”
I hook two fingers inside her, rubbing them against the sweet spot while my tongue feathers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Mae’s hips rock, and her thighs tighten around my head while I continue rubbing that little spot on her inner wall that’s going to make her go off like fireworks.
My lips close around her clit, drawing it into my mouth. I alternate between suction and repeated flicking with my tongue.
“Yes.” Her thighs squeeze my cheeks as her inner walls start to quiver around my fingers.
I stay on task, with her hips bucking and her legs shaking, until her release soaks my hand. Sliding my fingers from her, I gently lick all traces of her release away before raising my head. I swipe my forearm over my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good. I could do this all night.”
“Did you make me squirt?” she asks in a breathless whisper.
I glance at the significant wet spot on my comforter. “Yes, I did.”
She sits up. “But how?”
I laugh. “I can explain it, or I can show you.”
Shifting positions, she kneels beside me. “That can wait. I’d rather make you squirt.”
Before I can laugh at her reply, her hands are undoing my belt buckle and pants.
My amusement disappears in a flash as the pressing need to feel her hands on me takes over. Chewing on her tempting bottom lip, Mae painstakingly unbuttons my shirt while my impatience makes me want to tear it open.
Her hands slide under the material on each side, quickly pushing it up over my shoulders and down my arms. She presses on my chest, urging me to lie down. I fall back and lean on my elbows. There’s no way I’m taking my eyes off her for even a second.
Her fingertips trail from my chest to my stomach and back to my chest again. When they make the descent the second time, goose bumps break out on my skin. When she clutches each side of my pants and boxer briefs, I raise my hips to help. She drops the clothing to the floor before she tugs my socks from my feet. Then her eyes trace over every inch of my body until my desire to feel her hands on me has me ready to beg.
And that’s not me.