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Gently, I grip her wrist and pull it away.
Embarrassment flashes across her face, as if she thinks I didn’t like what she was doing or she did something wrong. The flickering light catches the shine in her eyes.
“Shhh,” I soothe. “Your hand feels so good, this’ll be over before we even start.” My thumbs brush her nipples. “I want to focus on you first.”
“Oh.” Her body relaxes and her hands return to my hair, pulling me down for more kisses.
A soft moan passes her lips when my mouth closes over her nipple. I suck gently, teasing my tongue over the tight peak. Moving to the other breast, I taste and explore. “So perfect,” I murmur against her skin.
I lift my gaze and find her watching me with a sultry expression I’ve only gotten glimpses of before. It hits me hard and washes away any lingering hesitation about taking this next step with her.
“Have you touched yourself since prom night?”
Her forehead wrinkles. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I wanted to save that for you.”
Done.
I’m so done.
Never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want Molly for the rest of my life.
My dick throbs, begging for release.
“I can’t say the same.” I kiss her stomach and squeeze my eyes shut tight. “But I’ve been thinking of you every time.”
“About what?”
“How you taste.” I rub my chin against her underwear. “How you felt coming on my tongue. You want me to touch you here?” I tease my knuckles against her slit. Through the thin lace, wet heat sears my skin.
“Yes.” She presses her feet into the mattress, lifting her hips to emphasize her request.
I lightly sink my teeth into her hip. Her body ripples with laughter. Then I sit up and grip her thighs, pushing them apart. The tiny candles barely throw enough light and I really want to see every inch of her, but it doesn’t seem like the power’s coming back on any time soon.
I press a kiss to her mound through her panties and inhale her scent.
She shifts and tries to close her legs.
“No,” I warn, gripping her tighter. “I thought you wanted me to kiss you here again?”
“I do,” she whispers.
I press another kiss over her clit, closing my teeth over the fabric and tugging the damp, sheer netting from her skin.
Her breath stutters, and she curls her fingers in the blankets.
I run my tongue along the crease of her thighs. She wriggles and moans.
“I’m taking these off now.” I hook my fingers in the thin band at her hips.
“Okay.” I glance up. She has her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip.
I take a second and run my thumb up and down her slit, feeling how wet and hot she is. Gently, I massage the spot right over her clit until I’m grinding my thumb in slow circles there.
Her breath hitches and her hips follow my movements. “Oh.”
