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Thank you, handsome man, for not losing your rhythm.

When I’m on my back, he finally pulls my panties all the way off. He holds my leg up and begins kissing my ankle. Every kiss makes me moan, and when he reaches my center, I hold my breath. My body pulsates with need.

He licks my clit in one smooth, perfectly pressured movement, and I lose myself, crying out and ready to orgasm.

He looks up at me from between my legs, his face a mix of amusement and lust. He keeps his eyes on me as he flattens his tongue against me and slowly drags it along my clit again. I whimper. He closes his mouth around me and sucks, giving me the pressure my body craved, my hips jolt up off the bed. He does it again, sucking harder, kissing my pussy like he loves it.

“Champ!” I cry out. His grip on my ass tightens.

His tongue focuses on my clit, lapping and lapping and lapping at a delicious pace. I’m panting and moaning. Every movement of his tongue, taking me closer and closer to the edge. I want to tell him not to stop, but he hasn’t changed his pace once.

This man figured it out early and stayed there.

I’m right there. I try to keep as still as possible, letting him take me there, but I can’t. I grab his head and press it into me, jerking my hips against his face. He follows my lead, letting me rub myself all over his mouth to get what I need.

When I come, it’s hard and intense. My body tenses then trembles. I’m still gripping his head, still writhing against his face with my back arched. And he’s still slurping my pussy like a starving man.

This man knows what he’s doing.

Chapter 9 I Know

Champ

Lydea comes in my mouth, and I almost come in my pants. She tastes as good as she looks, and I could devour her all night long.

But she’s ready for me now.

I sit back on the bed and drag my shirt over my head, keeping my eyes on her face the whole time. She’s stretched out across the bed, chest rising and falling, hair a little messy now.

Beautiful.

I’ve never paused before sex and thought this.

I push the feelings that brings up all the way down just as fast. Stay here. Stay in this moment.

“Condoms?” I ask.

She blinks like she’s still catching up, then leans over and pulls open the drawer beside her bed. I take care of it quickly, then slide my hand back along her thigh, easing her back down onto the mattress.

She exhales when I touch her again.

I take my time. Not rushing. Not guessing. Just paying attention to how she reacts, what makes her breathe a little deeper, what makes her shift under my hand.

“Mmm,” I murmur, more to myself than anything. “Yeah.”

Her fingers curl into the sheets, and I know I’ve got her right where she needs to be.

I move over her, lining us up, giving her a second to meet me there. She doesn’t break eye contact.

When I press into her, her mouth opens on a soft sound that cuts straight through me.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I know.”

I don’t rush it. I keep my focus on her, watching her face, paying attention to what makes her react.

Her hands find my shoulders and she holds on, and I keep my rhythm right there, right where she needs it, not changing it just because I want to.

Because this isn’t about that.