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He gets up, and I can’t help but admire him moving across the room to where my bag sits. I’m terrified of my vibrator going off in the airport, so I brought my little purple bullet. It’s small, but powerful. He unzips the pocket and takes it out, unwrapping the towel I put around it to muffle any mishaps.
“I need to get you something better than this,” he says, flipping it in his hand.
“It’s my extra.”
He sinks back down on the bed, flicking it on the lowest setting. My fingers clench, wrists straining against his belt, as he touches the bullet to the entrance of my pussy.
Oh…oh…oh.
Through my hazy lashes, his face is stern, mouth a line. His eyes rest between my thighs, taking in the weak bucking of my hips. My body prickles with sweat and desperation. A swell of arousal hits me hard, but doesn’t send me over the edge. My legs spasm and clamp.
“Keep those open,” he orders, eyes flashing.
I can’t. I’m shaking. He takes my thigh and spreads me open. The vibrator slips inside, and he pushes it against my G-spot with two fingers, holding firmly. Then, he dips his head, and his tongue slides, hot and intense, over my clit. A yelp slips out, turning to a moan. I’m so close. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it gently.
Back and forth.
In a slow circle.
His other hand splays across my stomach. I wonder if he can feel how I’m tensing as the pleasure builds. There’s no way he can’t; I’m shuddering like a leaf in the wind. Twisting, shaking, hiccupping. Pleasure rises and tightens until I can’t tell whether I’m in pain or not. He speeds up, and I snap. It washes over me in a hot wave. The vibrator is sweet torture, pushing me until my spine arches off the bed.
Wetness spatters across my thighs. He swears under his breath, tongue dragging over my sensitive pussy.
Then it’s over, and I’m a little puddle on the bed.
“Good girl,” he says, sitting up. “We’re off to a flying start.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
JAMIE
I had a feeling Serena might like things a little rougher, but I was hesitant to introduce it. There are a lot of complex dynamics between us. Adding one more was a risk.
One that paid off, turns out.
She soaked the bed when she came. I slide the vibrator from her pussy, turning it off and tossing it aside. Her stomach quivers. I lean in and lick the sweat from between her breasts, trailing my tongue to her right nipple. She whimpers, waist twisting and hips turning. With my free hand, I press them down and pin her beneath me.
She pushes up. I keep her down.
Testing her limits, seeing if she stops me. I lift my eyes to study her face. She’s panting, her perfect lips parted, and her tongue caught between her teeth. The urge to taste it is intense. I pull myself from her nipple and dip down to kiss her open lips. She moans and leans up, inviting me in. That’s all I need to curl my tongue against her, dipping it in.
Goddamn, she tastes good.
My head is empty. I haven’t fucked like this in…maybe ever? Usually, it’s a slightly reserved exchange of pleasure before the kind of goodbye where both parties know they’ll never speak again. This is desperate and deep. I want to taste every inch of her body. I want her to spit in my mouth and let me shove my tongue up her pussy. It’s been a drought since we parted. I’m really fucking hungry.
Specifically, for her.
We break apart.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
She does, pushing her tongue out. I spit on it, leaving her enough time to turn away. She doesn’t, and her lashes flutter, and her throat bobs as she swallows. Lifting my body, I turn her onto her belly, flipping her restraints.
My dick throbs. She’s so helpless beneath me, in her torn lace and silk. Gripping her hip, I spread her ass. Fuck me, she is beautiful everywhere.
“What—what are you—”
I dip down and lick her from pussy to asshole. It’s another risk. Biting her ass, I give her a beat to press me away. Instead, she moans and her spine arches, thighs opening a little in invitation. Pushing my face between them, I eat her from behind, starting with her pussy. When she can’t take that anymore, I’ll move up.
