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While Stace systematically wrecked me with her kisses, her hands were on a mission of their own. I was content to trace the lovely muscles of her back with my fingers. Later, I was going to make her lay on her stomach so I could lick every single one of those muscles. I wondered if she’d sit for me and let me paint her. Move the couch or have her pose on a chair with sunlight pouring in across her. I didn’t normally paint people, but Stace’s back was more than a little inspiring. And those thighs.

“You’re thinking too much,” Stace said, breaking the kiss and gazing down into my eyes. “If you’re able to think, then I’m not working hard enough.”

Well fuck.

I opened my mouth to comment but then she swept her tongue inside, making my head spin.

Stace kissed my mouth and then smiled as she moved to my cheeks and my forehead, stroking my hair back.

“You have the prettiest ears I’ve ever seen,” she said, pulling one of my earlobes into her mouth and making me let out a little sound of desire and surprise. “They’re so dainty.”

I let out a giggle when her breath tickled.

“I like your ears,” I said.

She snorted. “You mean my satellite dishes?” I traced one with my finger.

“They’re sexy.”

Stace laughed into my neck, which tickled even more so I started laughing with her.

“I’m glad you think my ears are sexy,” she said, licking a spot on my neck that definitely wasn’t funny.

“Oh, do that again.”

She did and I dragged my fingers through her hair. It was so soft and smelled slightly minty.

I gasped a second later when she dragged her teeth across the same spot and then licked and sucked again.

“Mmmmm,” she said, kissing across my neck to the other side which was just as delicious.

She gave my other ear the same treatment and who knew ears could be so sensitive? Everything Stace did was so good that I could only make noises instead of words to tell her how much I liked it.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Stace said as she licked across my collarbones and nibbled my shoulders and skimmed her fingers along the curves of my breasts.

“Touch meeeee,” I whined, hating how needy my voice was.

“I am touching you, baby. Could you be more specific?”

How she could make me go from “fuck me now” to instant annoyance was amazing.

“Touch. My. Nipples.” I enunciated every single word.

“Touch your nipples, what?” she asked, smirking down at me. Those devastating dimples.

“Huh?” I asked, completely forgetting what we’d just been talking about.

“What’s the magic word?”

“I have no fucking idea. Abracadabra,” I said. “Can you just touch my nipples, please?”

Stace grinned again. “There it is.”

Oh. She’d wanted me to say please? What was I, a five-year-old asking for an extra cookie?

Just to be a brat, I said, “Please, please, please, pleaseeeeee.”

That made her laugh just before she dipped her head and dragged one of my nipples into her mouth. Instantly my hands went to her head, twisting in her hair.