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“But it doesn’t, does it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Nope,” she says, popping the “p” sound and then pressing a lingering kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck while I gently lower the straps of her bra down to her elbows.

She lingers there for a moment, her mouth working hard against my pulse point as I grow even harder against her stomach.

Finally, she sits up and lets me draw the lacy scrap of fabric from her body entirely, before tossing it away and rising up from beneath her to bury my face against the soft mounds tipped with dusky nipples, already rock hard and waiting for my mouth.

A quick circle of my tongue has her gasping and burying her hands into the back of my hair, urging me forward.

I match the pressure of my mouth with my fingers at her other breast, taking my time, exploring the salty sweetness of her skin made even more so from the salt water from my pool.

Her hips begin to collide against mine with more urgency, and when my teeth gently graze against her, her entire body gives a gentle shudder, a sweet, soft orgasm that has her breathing out a gentle moan against my ear.

She’s so responsive to my touch, it’s incredible, and seconds later as she recovers, she grins at me before pushing at my shoulders with one hand, another at my sternum before following it with her mouth, her tongue tracing the long line that leads to my bellybutton.

It used to be a little bit firmer, a little more defined, but she doesn’t seem to care as her fingers slip under the elastic of my boxer briefs and give them a little playful snap.

As if I’m going to say no her, crawling down my body, ass in the air while her soft cheek rests against my hips.

“You want to?” I ask.

With a smile and nod, she bites her lip and carefully pulls down the briefs as I spring free from the fabric confines, she reaches for me as I kick them off, training her manicured fingertips along the underside of it and I almost lose it then and there.

“Fuck,” I rasp out, and she laughs. “You keep that up, this’ll be over before we really get started,” I warn.

“So, I can’t touch you?” she challenges, with a small eye roll.

“You can, but first I want to touch you,” I counter, and before she can answer back with that smart mouth of hers, I hook a leg around her and flip us over on the bed, pressing her deep into the mattress and holding her there with the weight of my body.

I’m not sure I thought this through, though, because as I land on top of her, into the cradle of her hips, my dick slides against the fabric of her panties, hot and damp and not just from the pool water.

“Remember what I said that night before Stew’s call interrupted us?”

“Yes,” she gasps, as I shift my weight and then grind against her.

“What did I say, Francesca?” I ask, flicking my thumbs over her nipples as I do.

“You said you,” she manages, before letting out a little moan from the back of her throat at the contact, “you said you wanted to suck my clit until my thighs are shaking around your ears and my voice goes hoarse from screaming your name.”

“An exact quote,” I chuckle. “I’m impressed.”

“Charlie, are you trying to give me a good grade in foreplay or are you gonna . . .” she trails off, more than a note of desperation in her voice.

I snort because, despite her protest, I know I’ve turned her on. I can feel it in the way her body is strung tight, arching against me.

“You can’t scream, though, or you’ll wake them,” I say, flicking my head back toward my bedroom door. “You have to keep quiet. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she whispers, “for fuck’s sake, Charlie, yes.”

I shoot her one last grin before I bend to my work, hooking my thumbs up under the sides of her panties and, in one motion, yanking them down her legs, tossing them in the vague direction I sent her bra.

Up on my knees, I stare down at her, my tongue flicking out against my bottom lip at how utterly gorgeous she is.

I want to taste every inch of her, worship every rise and dip, every freckle and I want to do it for the rest of my life.

Shit. No time for that now, not when she’s staring up at me, her eyes hot and desperate, her body laid out for me to explore.

Running my fingers down her legs, I raise one up before leaning down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee, feeling her body tremble just slightly at the contact.

I inhale the scent of her, that salt sharper and tangier than before, after she came from just my mouth at her tits.

I burn a trail of kisses over the inside of her thigh, grinning against it at the soft keening noise she’s clearly trying to suppress as I get closer and closer.

“Please, Charlie,” she whispers on an exhale, and I give in, leading with my tongue to exactly where she wants me, to the sweet little bundle of nerve endings that I know will drive her mad, but in reality will be my own undoing.

My fingers join my mouth, my thumb exploring, finding her as hot and wet as the last time, as I hold her open gently while above, my lips and tongue work her over.

Her hips rise off the mattress and my free hand spreads across her lower belly, holding her in place, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on her heated skin.

Soft, muffled noises of mounting pleasure echo in my ears as her smooth thighs tighten around them, her body tensing and bowing until finally she’s shaking again, a hand gripping my hair, her heels pressing into my shoulders, keeping me there while I ride out the waves with her.

I’ve had tens of thousands of people chanting my name, but it has never sounded sweeter than feeling her say it from between her thighs.

Her hold on me loosens as she finally sinks into a languorous stillness and I rise up to my knees, licking the evidence of her away as she watches me from beneath her lashes.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous, her skin flushed, laid out this way over my sheets. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more fucking turned on, until she smiles gently up at me and says: “I love you.”