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He sucked on my tongue, and his hands traveled underneath the sheets as he moved his fingers to the sides of my panties, slowly pulling them down. I lifted my hips, making it easier for him. He pulled them down until they reached my feet before slowly rubbing his fingers down my slit.

“So wet for me already,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine and I felt the throbbing intensify.

“I want to see you,” I breathlessly said between kisses.

“You just need tofeelme,” he whispered, slowly laying me down.

I felt him hover over me as he slid one finger inside of me and I released whimpers into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair and he lowered his hips.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

I slightly parted my lips as he slipped a second finger inside of me and I groaned, arching my back off the floor. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against my lips and I lifted my head, wanting to feel his lips on mine.

His free hand unhooked my bra and I pulled my arms out. He tossed it somewhere and his warm mouth latched onto my hard nipple. I whimpered and his lips trailed down my stomach.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, and I shuddered at the sudden emptiness. After a solid few seconds, his lips softly touched my inner thigh, and I tried closing my legs.

He pressed my thighs down as he slowly licked up my wet slit, gathering my arousal on his wet tongue.

“You have the prettiest little cunt,tesoro.”

I softly whimpered, feeling his breath on me and I arched my back, desperate to feel his mouth on me again.

He kissed my clit before flicking it with his tongue. “I want you dripping by the end of it,” he lowly said and I bit my bottom lip.

He teased me by running his tongue around my clit until he finally sucked it. My gasp filled the air as the muscles in my stomach tightened.

He dragged his tongue lower before slipping it inside of me. He groaned in pleasure, gripping my thighs with both hands and the vibrations pulsed through me.

I lifted my hips against his mouth, making his grip on my legs tighten.

He swirled his tongue around and I slid my hands into his hair, gripping his roots.

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them down, and I placed my feet flat on the ground, digging my heels into the soft carpet. The room soon filled with my soft moans and the fire cracking.

“Lift your hips and grind your cunt against my tongue, will you,” he lowly said as his hands traveled up to squeeze my breasts.

CHAPTER 35

Nirah

LIFTING MY HIPS, I felt his mouth latch onto my clit as I rolled my hips against his mouth. “Baby,” I whined. “Ohhh—fuck,” I cried.

I could feel my orgasm nearing as I rocked my hips back and forth against his mouth. His hand squeezed and molded my breast, making me push my head back into the pillow.

I arched my back, allowing myself to let go. He cleaned me up with his tongue, and I laid back, my chest heaving rapidly.

He lifted himself and loosened the blindfold.

I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the light. “How’s that for assistance?” he asked with a soft kiss on my lips, and I smiled.

His body lowered to mine, trapping blissful heat between us. He kissed me, pushing his hips to mine, until I slipped my hands down his pants.

I positioned his tip between my thighs, and he pushed himself inside of me. I sucked his tongue as he slowly moved in and out.

I gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to break the kiss. I groaned at his size, shutting my eyes.

His strokes were slow and gentle. I couldn’t decipher the difference between pain and pleasure, but I liked either one of it.