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Her mouth moves, probably to argue, but I steal her breath the moment my tongue slides along her pussy. The taste of her hits me hard. Her body shakes under my palms. She’s fucking perfect.

Her eyes flutter as she struggles to keep herself up and watch me. I want to unravel her. Make her feel so good no one would compare.

My gaze follows the path of my hands as they move to her pussy. I rub her clit in a slow circle as I bring my mouth down to her and lick her again. Forcing myself to ignore my cock, I focus on her pleasure.

I continue a lazy and firm rub on her swollen clit. Her breath hitches.

“What do you want, Karley?”

She mumbles something I can’t understand. I lick her again. “Tell me.”

“More.”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

I rub her clit faster, my own breath catching at the sight of her pleasure.

I do what I’ve been so desperate to do—slip a finger into her wet pussy. The tight, velvet heat surrounding my finger nearly makes me groan. She squirms, hips pressing toward me, fucking my finger, and I get off on it.

“Oliver,” she pants.

“Karley, is all this mess for me?”

I insert a second finger, and she clamps down on me. “Yes-s.”

At first, I’m slow and steady, but when I hit her G-spot, and she whimpers, I pick up the pace.

“Fuck, Oliver.”

She’s making a mess, and I fucking love it. “I’m going to make you come now, and then I’m going to fuck you, and make you come again.”

“Yes…” She trails off when I bring my lips down to her clit and suck hard as I keep fingering her. Her whole body convulses, and she comes hard, moaning my name louder than I’ve ever heard before. There’s something intoxicating about watching her comeundone and knowing I’m the one who did it. Now I need to do it again, but this time with my dick.

Chapter 22

Karley

Oliverpullshismouthfrom me, and I melt into the counter. Lying on my back, gentle kisses press on my pussy and up onto my lower stomach. My legs wrap around his waist as I let myself recover from the intensity of my orgasm. I can’t believe we’ve crossed this line, this invisible boundary we’ve been dancing around for weeks. There’s no going back now. This could ruin everything we’ve built or transform it into something real.

He wants to fuck me on this counter, and I want that too. At this height, I can feel his erection behind his pants.

He presses soft kisses up over my breasts, causing me to shiver as he touches my sensitive nipples.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

His words make me flush.

As he kisses up to my neck, I flop my head to the opposite side, enjoying his soft lips on my skin.

Trailing them over my jaw, he meets my lips, where we kiss passionately. Our tongues tangle, and I taste myself on him. The intimacy shocks me. And when we pull apart, there’s a look of need in his eyes that makes my body come alive.

He steps away, and I look at his muscled back as he removes his pants and pulls out a condom. I’m entranced, watching him bring it to his mouth and ripping it open with his teeth. It’s erotic.

As our eyes hold each other’s, his hands grab my hips and drag me down so I’m on the edge.

“You enjoying the view?” He lifts an eyebrow.

I bite down on my lip and nod, my heart hammering against my ribs. After all this time, all the fantasies, the stolen glances, the aching, he’s finally here, with me.