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“You mean oral?” Signe replied, her voice a thick whisper as she struggled to play it cool, “I don’t think I’ll ever tell you no to that.”

“Good,” I lowered my head right when she reached her hand up and gripped the roots of my hair, halting my descent when I was centimeters from where I had been dying to be for months.

“Is this okay for you?” she asked me.

“What?” I asked, the fog of arousal making it difficult to keep up with the conversation at this point.

“You don’t have to, you know,” she waved vaguely towards where I was desperate to taste her, “If you don’t want—” she gasped, cut off by my tongue swiping through her slowly, tasting everything.

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are—” I paused to lick her again because I was already addicted, “—my name, or ‘oh god’, or instructions for me, stop interrupting.”

“Okay,” Signe groaned when I pressed my lips against her.

At that point, I was willing to swear on all things holy, that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with my face in between Signe’s legs.

My version of heaven was the taste of her on my tongue, the sounds of her whimpers when I licked her just right, echoing in my ears. The feel of her soft legs underneath my hands, positioning her perfectly for me to devour her.

The feel of her thighs clenching around me as she got closer and closer.

“Don’t stop,” Signe panted, “Please, please don’t—”

As if stopping was a realistic option for me right now.

As if I would ever be willing to waste this experience with her.

I had been fantasizing about this exact moment with her for too long.

“I’m—”

“Say my name, Signe,” I murmured against her center, continuing my ministrations as her breathing became rapid and her body became taut. I slowly dragged my fingers towards her opening as I focused my tongue on her clit, so fucking grateful for that one random woman’s educational videos I stumbled upon weeks ago. Signe was responding exactly how she said women would, and when I slowly dipped my fingers inside of her, I was rewarded with wetness that definitely wasn’t coming from my own mouth.

I gently, gently eased my fingers into her. Coating them in her wetness. Feeling her clench around me made me grind my own hips into her bed to keep myself contained. I was so hard I thought I was going to die, but if I died with the taste of her release on my tongue, it would be worth it.

Once she was used to my intrusion, I angled my fingers up and inside of her as I flicked my tongue against her clit in a rhythm that made her chant my name.

Fuck yes.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Signe was groaning through clenched teeth as her thighs trapped me where I was, her grip on my hair just painful enough to keep my own release at bay, “Zaid, oh god.”

Suddenly her entire body went stiff as her muscles contracted against my fingers and mouth, soaking my hand.

I made a groan of approval while I worked her over again and again, doing my best to drag every single minute of her orgasm out as long as she could handle it.

All too soon, Signe tugged on my hair and begged me to stop.

I lifted my head and took in the sight before me.

Her red hair disheveled in a halo around her head, her chest rising and falling in heavy dramatic breaths, the flush that coated her skin as she let her arms flop out on either side of her.

I stared at her purple bra as if it was a personal attack.

Without warning, I crawled up her body and slid the straps down her shoulders, making her giggle as I grunted my annoyance with getting the garment off.

“I can help—oh—okay,” I had already slid my hands underneath her body to unclasp it before I finally removed the garment and tossed it elsewhere in the room.

I immediately palmed her breasts, fascinated by the freckles that dotted the tops of them. My thumbs brushed against the hardened tips, and she gasped before grabbing both of my wrists with her own hands.

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