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I hum against her skin, letting my lips brush the soft curve of her thigh. “You want my mouth… here?”
She shakes her head, her frustration deliciously obvious.
“No?” I murmur, letting my lips trail closer to her glistening heat. I press a kiss against the thickest part of her inner thigh, just shy of where she needs me most. “Then… here?”
Her whimper is pure desperation, her hips bucking, seeking relief. I grin against her skin, the sound of her frustration only fueling me further.
Her thighs clamp around my head, caging me in as she seeks relief from my teasing. The pressure is intoxicating, and a groan rumbles from my chest at the thought of her cutting off my air with those thick, perfect thighs.What a way to go.
Gripping her thighs firmly, I wrench them apart. My gaze flicks up to her flushed face, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with need. She’s breathtaking. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a low whisper as I press a featherlight kiss to her knee. “I’ll give it to you, Amara. All of it. You just have to say it.”
Her chest heaves, her breath hitching in her throat as her gaze locks with mine. “I want…” she starts. “I want you to touch me.”
My cock pulses painfully at her words, her raw honesty hitting harder than any touch could. “Like this?” I ask, dragging my fingers along her soft pussy.
“Yes,” she breathes, before she gasps, louder this time. “More. Please, Nicholas.”
Hearing my name fall from her lips, needy and desperate, sends a bolt of heat through me. I’m so close to losing control, but I hold on, savoring every second of her unraveling.
“Keep talking, honey,” I demand. “Tell me everything you want. I’m not stopping until you do.”
Her breathing stutters as my fingers continue their slow, torturous strokes, circling her clit in a rhythm that keeps her teetering just on the edge.
She’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a broken whimper slipping free. “Nicholas… please.”
“Please, what?” I murmur, my lips hovering over her. She shivers as my breath ghosts over her skin. “Be specific. I need to know exactly how you want me to ruin you.”
Her face flushes a deep crimson, but her desire burns hotter than her embarrassment. “I want… your mouth,” she gasps, her voice breaking as my thumb presses harder against her swollen clit. “I want you to taste me. Please, Nicholas, I want you to lick my pussy.”
“That’s more like it,” I praise. “Such a good girl when you finally use your words.”
Hooking my fingers into the hem of her panties, I tug them down slowly, savoring every inch of her revealed to me. Her thighs part instinctively, and the sight of her—bare, glistening, and so beautifully vulnerable—has a groan rumbling deep in my chest.
“So damn pretty when you’re dripping for me,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger. I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, dying to taste her. “I bet you taste even better.”
A shiver wracks through her, her lips parting on a sharp inhale. She’s practically vibrating beneath my hands, and I haven’t even started.
A soft, broken whimper escapes her throat as I lean in, and press my tongue flat against her, groaning at the intoxicating taste of her slick heat. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard as her hips buck against my face. The needy, breathless moan that spills from her lips is music to my ears, and I want more.
“Stay still, baby,” I command, my voice vibrating against her skin. “I’m hungry.”
My tongue circles her clit, alternating between firm flicks and slow kisses. Her thighs quiver around my head, her soft cries growing louder with every pass of my tongue. Each whimper, every plea, only makes me hungrier, my grip on her thighs tightening as I feast on her.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rasp between licks, my cock rock hard. “I could stay down here all night. I’d happily lick this sweet cunt until you forget your own name.”
Her thighs shake, her body tightening as she teeters on the edge of release. “Nicholas, I—” Her voice breaks, a desperate sob of pleasure. “Oh god… I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” I rasp against her, my words pushing her over the edge. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her body arches against me, her climax ripping through her as she cries out my name. I hold her steady, my tongue never relenting, working her through every pulse, every shudder. I savor her, drinking in her pleasure like a man starved.
When she finally collapses, breathless and boneless, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. My face is damp with her orgasm, and I can’t help but grin.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, brushing a hand over my jaw as I take in her blissed-out expression. “You needed that, didn’t you?”
Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes say everything, but she still manages a breathless, “Yes.”
I hum, gripping her thigh. “He didn’t take care of you properly, did he?” I ask, reveling in the fact her shitty ex-boyfriend never made her feel like this. “No one’s ever made you feel this good,” I murmur pressing another soft kiss to her thigh. “No one’s ever taken their time to worship this gorgeous body, have they, honey?”