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“Hey.” I caressed her cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” She laughed self-consciously as a blush bloomed in her cheeks. “Just, um… Just fair warning—I haven’t been with a lot of women.”

“But you’ve been with some?”

She nodded, uncertainty still written across her beautiful face. “Just… not a lot.” With an embarrassed laugh, she added, “What can I say? Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.”

I smiled. “I get that. But you know what you like, right?”

Another nod.

I lifted my head and kissed her. “So… do that. If I like something different, I’ll let you know.”

A self-conscious look lingered, but then she smiled. “All right. Just, you know, keep your expectations—”

I cut her off with another kiss, gripping her hair tight as I explored her mouth all over again. When I was absolutely sure I’d kissed the uncertainty right out of her, I broke away just enough to breathlessly murmur, “You’re doing just fine. Trust me.”

Her lips curved against mine, and then we were off and kissing again. Just making out, and touching each other, and breathing each other in, and…

I could get lost in this woman. Iwaslost in this woman. She was more aggressive than I expected, but not overbearing in theleast. And if this was her when she was uncertain, then once she found her confidence—ooh, that was going to be a ride.

She broke the kiss and started down my neck. I let her explore, just moaning and writhing under her as she touched and teased and tasted me all over. Given her cautions about her inexperience, I wasn’t sure if she’d be game to go down on me.

Turned out she wasseriouslygame for that.

As she pushed my thighs apart and went to town, I could barely find my breath. I didn’t know what she was so worried about—her mouth was spectacular. Whether it was experience, instinct, or just some kind of divinely bestowed talent, Sabrina knew exactly how to lick and tease my pussy. Maybe out of tentativeness, maybe out of a desire to savor everything she did, she absolutely worshipped my clit with her tongue. Slow circles. Just the right amount of pressure in some places and lightness in all the others.

There were times in my past where this felt good, having a woman go down on me, but an orgasm wasn’t going to happen. This… This was not going to be one of those times. Regardless of Sabrina’s uncertainty or her lack of experience, I could already feel that telltale build; that electricity that meant she could absolutely send me over that edge.

God, yeah, baby. Take me there.

I reached back, searching for something to hold on to, but the hotel headboard didn’t have anything I could grab. I couldn’t find any purchase, so I clung to the pillow instead, trying not to levitate off the mattress.

Sabrina kept my hips still with her strong hands while her lips and tongue sent me into the stratosphere.

Sometimes I felt rushed at this point. Like I needed to hurry up and come before the woman I was with ran out of patience.

But with Sabrina…

God, there was nothing rushed about this. She was just as slow and decadent as I liked it, and I had this sense that I could enjoy the ride. That I could hover near that edge for a while, savoring the build instead of barreling through to the climax.

For long minutes, I indulged, blissed out on the magic she was working, all the while knowing my orgasm was well within my reach any time I wanted it.

Little by little, she pushed me closer to the edge. Close enough that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back if I tried.

I still tried… sort of. I loved the build. Loved the patient crescendo. Loved the feeling of being so close, so damn close, right on the edge, one breath away from letting go but not quite ready.

“Sabrina…” Her name rolled off my tongue like a curse and a plea in one. “God… Keep… Keep doing… Just like that.” My hips bucked off the mattress like they had a mind of their own. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna come. Keep…” I bit my lip and arched my back as she slowly, gently, relentlessly took me higher.

Finally, I let myself fall, and I cried out things I didn’t even understand as Sabrina kept me coming and coming until I breathlessly begged her to stop.

She brought me down as gently as she’d taken me up, easing off and relaxing her iron grip on my hips.

My head was just starting to clear when she moved up to kiss me, and I moaned as I wrapped my arms around her and searched her mouth for more of myself. Fuck. Her kiss had been amazing before. When her tongue tasted like my pussy and she was this turned on—this was heaven.

She pushed herself up and gazed down at me, a lopsided grin curling her kiss-swollen lips. “Maybe I’m not as bad at this as I thought.”

I laughed, dizzy and delirious. “So humble.”