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"I… this… are you going to bite me?"
"Do you want me to bite you?"
She swallows, and I can see the battle within herself. One part of her mind is telling her to look away, but she fights it. Jesus, this woman is amazing and strong. She's a warrior, and that makes me want to be that much closer to her.
"I don't want it to hurt."
A slow smile creeps across my face. "I promise it won't hurt."
Her grip on my hair loosens, but I don't move a muscle until she releases me completely.
"Ready?" I ask, my tongue slipping out to moisten my lips. I become a little more obsessed when her eyes lock on my mouth. "I need you to say it, Brielle."
"I'm ready," she pants.
"You'll tell me if you want me to stop."
"Promise." The word is breathy, and I can tell by the way her fingers dig into my arm that she's done with the talking.
The scent of her meets my nose, and I become ravenous, so hungry for her that I have to take a moment in an attempt to get myself under control.
She's different from every other woman I've had, and I need to keep that in mind. I can't get completely lost in her. It could be detrimental to both of us.
"If you don't want to—oh God."
Her tone changes the second I suck her clit into my mouth, trying to ignore the wave of goosebumps that swim on every inch of my body. My cock aches as I swipe my tongue up the center of her, the sounds she’s making instantly committed to memory.
I press my hips into the mattress, knowing there's a very good chance I'll blow my load in my fucking jeans before this is all said and done.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, but she's pulling me toward her body rather than trying to shove me away.
The tangy sweetness of her coats my tongue, and I swallow it down before diving in for more.
"Beck," she moans, and the sound of my name on her lips while she's feeling so much pleasure has instantly become my favorite sound.
I'm one lucky bastard, I realize, when she begins to chant it over and over and over. She doesn't stop until her muscles lock up and her pussy convulses against my tongue.
I stop when her hand falls lifelessly to the bed at her hip. I look up, the moon highlighting the pink in her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
I crawl up her body, my mouth pressing kisses to every inch of available skin before getting to her throat.
I know I should stop her when her hand runs down the front of my jeans. I have to pull back when she lifts her leg and locks it around the back of my thigh.
"That's not happening tonight."
I groan when she rolls her hips against me, the warmth of her pussy almost right where I need it.
"I want you to feel good," she whispers, but her leg falls away.
"I do feel good," I assure her.
Her lips form a flat line, so I try and kiss her disappointment away.
"Don't pout."
She rolls her eyes, and the levity right now is exactly what we both need.
My resistance cracks a little when she pushes me to my back and reaches for my zipper.
