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“Shit!” She held her arms outstretched and steady, using the counter to help her move with me. “Fuck!”

I knew she was seconds away. I could feel it. I could hear it. So, I stroked her clit like it was the screen of my phone, my thumb endlessly swiping, and she immediately fell apart.

I did too.

From the sound of her.

From the sensation of her tightening around me, the rush of wetness that followed—both sent me straight over the fucking edge.

The moment the burst hit my sac, building through my shaft to explode out my tip, I shouted, “Jolie! Fuck! Yes!”

And she followed—in sounds, in words, in movements—bouncing over me before I bucked back and shoved my way in.

“Do you feel that?” I moaned during a break from her yelling. “The way I’m emptying inside you, filling you with every drip of my cum.”

I didn’t know if she could process what I was saying, or if she was too lost, or if there was a heavy mix of both going on. But when she said, “Oh my God, I can feel it,” I knew she understood. “Give me more, Beck.” She plowed her ass back and rocked forward, adding, “Give me more!”

That was when I assumed she was hitting her peak, and because I knew her body so well, when she started moaning my name, I knew she was on her way down.

So was I.

My movements slowed, my thumb softly caressed her clit, and I held us together, locked and completely still.

“ Mmm .” I kissed around her shoulder and up her neck, stopping behind her ear. “Round one of a fucking hundred tonight.”

She laughed. “A hundred? I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t have to report to the rink until Monday. That means, tomorrow and Sunday, the only thing I want to have on my schedule is tasting you …” I moved my mouth back to her cheek. “If you’ll still be here.”

“Sounds like a repeat of Boston.”

“Are you opposed?”

She was still laughing when she said, “Not at all.”

“Good. Then, I’m going to carry you into the shower, so I can wash me off you and I can eat that fucking pussy the way I want to.”

“ Fuuuck !” Jolie screamed, her stomach shuddering, her fingers stretched against the glass wall of my shower, where I was kneeling on the floor with her pussy on my mouth.

Two orgasms. Both from my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

With the ripples still making their way across her navel, telling me she was at her climax, I kept up the same pace with my licks, and my finger, which was deep inside her, did the same.

Jolie liked the combination.

And, fuck, there was nothing better than getting to taste her and feel her at the same time.

“Beck!”

Even the sound of her drove me wild.

So did the view.

I glanced up her body, meeting the flatness of her stomach and the curve of each tit, her unruly hair clinging to them. My gaze went higher to the delicateness of her neck, her full and parted lips, and her beautiful light-blue eyes.

Years later, and she still had no idea how gorgeous she was.

And that softness, that humbleness—it was something I would endlessly crave from her.

When her body began to still, her sounds turning from shouts to dull murmurs, I lowered the momentum. My tongue went from flicking to slow, agonizing laps, and my finger eventually slid out. I kissed up and down her pussy, back and forth, swallowing the thickness before I rose to my feet.

She didn’t pull her hands off the glass. She didn’t even move. She just looked at me with the most animalistic expression and said, “What are you doing to me?” She took a breath between each word.

“I told you I was going to eat your pussy until you couldn’t come anymore.”

“We’re already there.” A hand went against her chest. “I’m a million percent positive that, after that, I can’t come anymore.”

I laughed. “We’re not even close to there.” I pulled her hand off her chest and held it in mine. “You need to be taken care of. We have two years and nine months to make up for.”

“But you already took care of me in the kitchen. What happened in here, that was just …” She shook her head as though she couldn’t describe it.

“In here, that was for me.”

She smiled. “You’re a true unicorn.”

“Why? Because I love to eat pussy?” When she nodded, I added, “Jolie, it’s not all pussy. It’s just your pussy.” I held the back of her head and kissed her, the stream of water pouring between us. “The amount of satisfaction it gives me? I can’t explain it. But I can tell you, I fucking crave it.”

While I held her hand, I went to kiss the inside of her wrist, and I halted midway, staring at the blank skin, rubbing my thumb across it. For comparison, I lifted her other hand to check that wrist, noticing it wasn’t there either. The thin, faint cursive L that had been there before was gone.

“What happened to your tattoo?”

“I had it lasered.” She tilted her head back for a moment, wetting her forehead. “It was a graduation present to myself.”

“It’s completely vanished. They did a hell of a job.”

“Which is a major relief. I swear, if I had to stare at that L for one more second, I was going to be a very unhappy girl.”

“You could have covered it with a B .” I winked at her.

She laughed. “No more initials on my body. One and done, mistake-wise.”

I kissed the spot where the L used to be. “We’ll see about that.”