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He follows me onto the bed, settling between my legs, and just looks at me for another moment.

Then he leans down and kisses my stomach, just below my navel.

I gasp. No one's ever done that.

But Kieran kisses me there like it's something worth savoring. His mouth is warm, his beard rough against my soft skin, and the contrast makes me dizzy.

He moves lower, kissing along the waistband of my underwear, and my hands fist in the sheets.

"Kieran."

"Yeah?"

"I need you to know something."

He pauses, looking up at me from between my thighs. "What?"

"I haven't done this in a while. And when I did, it wasn't good. Trevor never really... I mean, he tried sometimes, but..." I'm stumbling over my words. "I've never come from just... from oral."

His expression shifts into something almost predatory. "Never?"

"Never."

"We're going to fix that." He hooks his fingers in my underwear. "Can I take these off?"

"Yeah."

He pulls them down slowly, his eyes locked on mine, and then I'm completely exposed to him in the daylight. He settles back between my thighs, his hands on my hips, and just looks at me.

"Beautiful here too," he says quietly. "Every part of you."

Then his mouth is on me and coherent thought becomes impossible.

He starts gentle, almost teasing. Just his tongue, soft and exploratory, learning what I like.

When I gasp, he does it again. When I moan, he keeps going.

He's not rushing, not trying to get me there as fast as possible. He's just exploring, paying attention to every sound I make, every time my hips jerk or my breathing changes.

"Oh God," I manage to say when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

He hums against me in response, and the vibration sends a shock through me. His hands are on my thighs, holding me open, and when I try to close my legs instinctively he just pushes them wider.

"Let me," he says, pulling back just enough to speak. "Let me make you feel good."

Then he's back, his tongue more purposeful now.

He uses his fingers too, sliding one inside me while his mouth continues its work, and the dual sensation makes my back arch off the bed.

"Kieran, oh fuck—"

He adds a second finger, curling them inside me, and I'm suddenly very aware that I'm being loud. Making sounds I've never made before. But he seems to like it, seems to be encouraged by it, because he doubles down on what he's doing.

The pressure builds faster than I expect.

I'm used to sex being something that happens to me, something I have to work for, something that never quite gets me there.

But Kieran's focused entirely on my pleasure, reading my body like he's been studying for this, and within minutes I'm right on the edge.