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He grips the outline of his hardness through his pants. “Take it all off, baby,” he growls. “Slow.”
His eyes singe every inch of me as I peel my clothes off. A curse rasps from his mouth when I unclench my bra and let it fall to the floor. My nipples are tight nubs. The intensity of his gaze makes them prickle.
When I grab the hem of my panties, he steps forward and stops me.
“No,” he says. “Those, I want to take off.”
He backs me up to my bed, kicking his jeans off his legs as I lie down. He slowly pulls my panties down my legs, the backs of his knuckles burning against my skin while his fingers are hooked underneath the waist.
My legs quiver as he presses soft, languid kisses up the length of my thigh.
“I couldn’t take my time with you last time,” he rasps. “Couldn’t appreciate every fucking inch of you the way it deserved to be. I’m going to make up for that now.”
“Worried you were never going to be able to?” I tease, even as my breath hitches in my chest from the scorching heat of his lips against my bare skin.
Those lips rumble against my hip as they continue to climb higher up my body. “No way. I knew I’d have you like this one day. I fucking knew it.”
His kisses trail up the outline of my ribcage, every touch of his lips making my body writhe.
I’m wound so tightly. Between my legs is a hot, slick mess, my clit taut and throbbing with desire. Tuck’s hands seem to know exactly where to touch me to wind me even higher.
His tongue gently circles my nipple, and then he blows a breath over it, tightening it so much that it hurts.
Tuck teases me, giving me ghosts of glances right where I want pressure most, but not nearly enough to satisfy me, not nearly enough to dull the ache that pounds fiercely between my legs.
When his tongue finally slants over my nipple, pinpricks of pleasure skitter all over me. His tongue lavishes one nipple with attention while he tweaks the other with his fingers.
My back arches, whimpers springing from my lips.
It feels so good, but it only makes me want contact between my legs that much more. My slick opening pulses, the ache of need so tight and sharp that it’s driving me crazy.
I tilt my hips, searching for any contact—with his leg, his torso, his cock, anything I can get. But Tuck intentionally angles himself away from me, leaving me frustrated.
“Please,” I groan, unable to verbalize what I need any better than that whiny plea.
He laughs darkly. “I should give you a taste of your own medicine. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”
His hand glides down from my breast, gripping the sensitive area just under my rib cage.
“After all, you drove me crazy, absolutely fucking crazy, for so damn long,” he says. “Making me wait forever for the thing I wanted more than anything else. Isn’t it fair that I get to drive you a fraction as crazy as you drove me?”
His lips trail back down my body, finding every nook of sensitivity that makes me squirm, that makes me buck my hips forward again without finding the contact I’m dying for.
He settles between my legs, but he’s still not finished teasing me. His lips are everywhere but where I want them most. I’m a quivering mess, the muscles between my thighs tugging, coiled tight and hot.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of his teasing, he slides the tip of his tongue up my slit. Pleasure snakes through me. A moan pushes from my lips.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he husks.
Tuck’s own restraint snaps, and finally he’s giving me exactly what I want. He’s lapping and sucking at my wetness, groaning with appreciation. Waves of pleasure crash over me, heightened by the delicious relief I feel after he wound me so tight waiting for it.
I look down. The sight of his hooded gaze as he makes a meal out of me sends me even higher. I thrust my hands into the thick tuft of his hair, my hips bucking into him as I ride the ecstasy that rattles through my body.
“Tuck, Tuck …” All I can do is chant his name. His tongue swirls around my clit, and my eyes clench, color bursting behind the lids.
My fists are curled so tightly in his hair that it has to hurt, but I think he likes it. The knot of pleasure in my core is tightening, growing, and it feels like at any moment I could …
Then, the perfect flick of his tongue sends me tumbling over the edge.
