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She replies with a moan, pulling my face to her neck. I lift her shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor. Jesus, my woman is gorgeous. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” I kiss my way down her sternum then devote my attention to her nipples. Her legs tighten around my hips and she whimpers, pulling on my hair. “How do they feel?”

“Better,” she answers on a moan.

As I move down her stomach, she pulls harder on my hair.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What does it look like?”

“No, Gage.”

“The fuck you mean ‘no’?”

“I need a shower.”

“Do I look like I care?” I ask as I press my lips to her stomach.

“Well, I do.”

I get in her face and grab a handful of her hair to keep her eyes on me. This shit needs to stop.

“Why do I have to keep reminding you? Whose pussy is this?”

“Mine. And right now, it needs a shower.”

“Fuck what you think. It’s mine and I’ll take it when, where, and how I want.” I pry her legs open and prepare to feast on her sweet pussy, but her trembling voice stops me.

“Gage, please...”

I look up at her and see the nervous expression on her face. It’s fucking borderline scared. Shit. Compromise is the name of the game. She watches me as I plug the sink and fill it half-way.

“What are you doing now?”

I lean in and feel her shiver as I place my lips at her ear. “We’ll do it your way, babe. But then I’m going to eat you in every position I can fucking think of.”

***Raven***

I watch him keenly as he retrieves my body wash from the shower. If he thinks he can drop that bomb on me then distract me with sex, he’s seriously mistaken. This conversation isnotover. He picks me up and places me directly above the sink.What the fuck?

“What do you think you’re –?”

Unnnnhhh...

A pinch on my clit sends the words down my throat. He snickers at my moan and fills his palm with water. Slowly, he lets it trickle down my pussy, following the liquid with his fingers. He slides them up and down my lips and teases my clit. I bite my lip, staring at him as he squirts body wash into his palm. Our eyes meet, gazes locking. I swallow hard at the heat in the intense, blue stare. It could surely disintegrate the panties off any woman. He works up a lather on my mound and makes his way down.Gage Hunter, you’re something else. He could have easily let me take a shower but no, he’s going to wash me so he can eat me out. Baby Jesus.

He circles my clit then parts my lips with his middle finger, his index and ring fingers on either side of them. His smirk mocks me as he slides up and down, around then repeats. On a downward motion, he slips his middle finger inside me. I grab his shoulders, sinking my nails into them. He leans down to pull a nipple into his mouth and I suck a breath through my teeth. They’re much better than last night, but not totally recovered. He swirls his tongue around it then trails kisses up my sternum and to my neck, sucking on my skin. A moan slips past my lips and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him to me. His finger slides out of me and travels toward my anus. I clench, an objection on the tip of my tongue.

“Shh…I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he assures me.

He rinses the soap from my body then pulls me to the edge of the sink before dropping to his knees. My breathing accelerates as I watch him. He’s just staring at my pussy, angling his head this way and that, as if committing the image to memory. Finally, he leans forward and inhales deeply.

“Remember when I told you that you smell like my favorite meal?”

I can’t speak so I try to nod. I think I did, but I’m not sure. The hunger in his eyes is debilitating. He trails his nose along my lips and takes another deep breath, keeping our gazes locked. I fight to keep my eyes open.

“Now, youaremy favorite meal.”

He buries his face in my pussy, curling his arms around my thighs. His tongue snakes out, gliding over my lips to find my clit. I cry out, fisting my hand in his hair. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, so the scruff on his jaw prickles against the skin on my inner thighs.