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“Yes, fuck yes.”

Stace wasn’t gentle with me and it was like she was reading my mind. She went for it, biting and licking and sucking hard until I was twisting under her and so ready to come that all it would take was her whispering near my clit.

Just as I was about to tell her to do that, she gave me a few soft kisses and met my eyes.

“I love the way your skin looks right now,” she said. I looked down to see what she meant and there were red marks all over me. I looked like a fucking leopard.

“What the hell, Stace?” I asked, but she just chuckled.

“Sorry princess. Couldn’t help it. Wanted to give you something to remember me by.”

She was so pleased with herself.

“You asshole,” I said, pretending to shove her off me. She grabbed my arm and kissed my palm instead.

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

I narrowed my eyes and she gently bit my thumb.

“You ready for more?”

“Jesus Christ, I’ve been ready for you to get me off this whole time!”

Stace sucked on my thumb for a second before letting it go with a pop.

“Then let’s get you off.”

“You’d better,” I grumbled, and she swooped in to kiss me senseless.

“I will. Don’t you worry. My mission tonight is absolutely to get you off multiple times.”

I’d have to see that to believe it. I could get off many times on my own, but with a partner? I was usually one and done. Get in, get off, get out.

Stace moved until she sat with her legs folded under her and my thighs draped over hers. She stroked my legs and I could feel myself getting even wetter as she stared at me.

The room was too quiet.

“Stace?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

I gazed into her eyes and she nodded. In that moment, I believed her.

Stace stroked across my belly slowly, as if she was soothing me. I was fine. I was ready. I wanted her to get on with it. Her hands stroked my belly and my hips and the tops of my thighs, going closer and closer to where I really needed her to touch me. My clit was almost angry, pulsing like a heartbeat.

As if she sensed my frustration, Stace readjusted until she was laying on her side with her mouth inches away from my pussy. I pushed up on my elbows and then grabbed a pillow to prop myself up so I could see what the hell she was doing down there.

And then I almost screamed when she blew a warm breath across my clit.

“Fuck!”

Stace looked up at me and smiled. “Someone’s sensitive.”

I wanted to yell at her to just eat my fucking pussy when she licked a long line up my inner thigh, almost in the crease. Then she did lick that place and I moaned so loud that I was almost embarrassed.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear,” she said, stroking the other thigh and pushing my leg out wider.

“Stace, please!” I heard myself begging.