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He just watches my face while his hand moves back to me. At first, he just glides across the surface. Then his fingers spread me gently—the sensation makes my legs tense—and he rubs his finger over my clit. Every muscle in my lower body locks in place.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he strokes again. His voice follows, tucked close to my ear.

“Tell me what feels good.”

I don’t know how to answer.

He keeps touching me. Light pressure. Then a little more. Then back again. My thighs twitch.

When he slips one finger inside, my hips tilt up. I don’t mean to move. It just happens.

He pauses. “Okay?”

I nod. I can’t speak at this point.

He moves again, deeper this time, the pad of his finger touching a spot that makes my breath catch. The pull of it goes straight through me. I clench around him, startled by the strength of it.

His lips press to the inside of my thigh. He adds another finger. The stretch is more than I expect. My hand grips the sheet, desperate for something to hold.

He curls his fingers slightly. My hips jerk, and he does it again.

I gasp.

“That?” he asks.

I nod again.

My hips move against his hand. There’s a pressure building fast now. I want this.

I want it so much.

He strokes again, then leans forward and kisses my hip. My body jumps under him.

He presses onto his knees, his fingers never stopping their delicious, slow thrust. When he settles again, I feel his heat just inches away. I want to let him be the one to show me how this happens.

All of a sudden, he withdraws his hand.

I almost protest, but then he lowers his mouth between my legs, and I stop breathing.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow. The pressure is light and it feels so damn good. My hips buck upward, unsteady. Heholds me there, hands firm on my thighs, and returns to that same spot again and again.

He builds the rhythm back up as he listens to my body. I don’t speak, but evidently my body does. Every twitch, every gasp, every shift of my hand gets read and answered.

His tongue flicks, then rolls, then presses deeper. My back arches. It’s coming…I can feel it coming.

My orgasm comes in waves. It hits my thighs first, then my stomach, then everything else. I don’t realize I’ve cried out until I hear the sound echo off the walls.

He doesn’t stop. Not until I collapse against the mattress, completely boneless and twitching with little aftershocks. Then he lifts his mouth, only to kiss the inside of my thigh.

My whole body feels untethered. I feel warm and open and undone.

He stays where he is, chin resting lightly on my hipbone. One of his hands slips into mine. My body is still humming. The kind of hum that starts deep and lingers.

Eventually, he shifts and kisses my stomach again before lifting his head. His hand smooths over my ribs, and then he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.

Then he pulls back and moves down the bed, gathering the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulling it around me. For a moment, I think he’s going to leave me alone. But then he lies down beside me and draws me into him. My body finds the curve of his chest and his arms come around me fully. One tucks beneath my neck, the other settles over my hip.

“You did so good, beautiful.”