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“I’m only going to touch you,” I assure her softly, bracing over her once more. My hand slides from her knee, up her thigh, then back down again. “Slow, okay?” And I know I’m making the right decision when she doesn’t argue, just nods.

With a satisfied hum, I bend down to kiss her shoulder, one hand going to her waist. As my lips drag over her skin toward her neck, my touch teases along the strap of her thong. When my kisses trail to the spot beneath her ear, the pad of my fingers finally brush over her mound, down to the damp fabric between her legs.

She gasps, and I fall on her lips with growl. And the harder she breathes, the sloppier the kiss becomes. I can’t get enough of her. But even as my fingers start to move over her, they never speed up and never slip under her thong.

Charli huffs a frustrated sound. And there’s a whine in her voice as she asks, “Are you teasing me?”

I shake my head. “Just building it up.” My tongue slides lightly over her bottom lip. “I want you needy to come by the time I slide my fingers inside you.”

I swallow her whimper. Which is when I feel her hand reach between us and grip my cock again.

I swallow down a curse. Fuck, she feels good.

Despite wanting to take things slow, the feeling of her firm strokes has my fingers speeding up and my kiss becoming desperate. But the harder I rub her, the faster her hand moves. And suddenly it’s me who’s trying to stave off an orgasm.

I can’t take it any longer and slide one finger under the drenched fabric and deep inside her.

She cries out into my mouth and arches hard into me.

But she’s still stroking, still driving me absolutely insane. “Fuck,” I gasp. “Charli, you can’t keep that up, that’s going to make me⁠—”

Thankfully, just as I’m about to pull her hand off me, her touch freezes and her mouth pops open. She’s about to come.

Relief flows through me. Knowing I can now focus entirely on her—and that I won’t be the first to come—I double down on my efforts. I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth, adding another finger to curl inside her as I search for the spot that will tip her over the edge.

I know the moment I find it because her eyes widen and she starts to scratch at my arms. “God, that’s— Holy— Lucas, holy shit⁠—”

And then she comes gloriously all over my fingers.

I let out a heavy breath at the sight. Fuck, she’s pretty.

When she blinks her eyes open in amazement, my fingers slide out of her drenched center but continue lazily playing with the wetness.

“I’m going to cheat a little bit,” I muse, sounding drunk with pleasure.

Charli shivers. “What do you mean?” she asks, breathless.

I lift my fingers to my face and rub them together, studying the wetness. “Just touching wasn’t enough. I needed a taste.” And then I suck them into my mouth.

The way her breath hitches is audible. I should be watching her reaction, but the second her taste hits my tongue, my eyes close with a groan. Christ, she tastes good, too.

But then I feel her hand on my cock again, and my eyes snap open.

My hands fist in the armrest as she starts to stroke me. “You do that for much longer and I’m going to come,” I warn her through teeth gritted with concentration.

“Good,” she breathes. “I want to see it.”

God. “Can I come on you?” I ask—more like beg. It’s getting harder to hold back.

I was already three seconds from coming from her hand, but when her eyes go wide with excitement and she says, “Oh my God, please,” I’m a fucking goner.

With a groan, I bump my hips forward to aim my cock at her chest. And then I come all over her.

I’m panting when my head finally stops spinning. I’m trying to find the words to explain how incredible that was when I look down and see this beautiful, intelligent, mesmerizing woman swipe her finger through the cum splattered on her skin, then slide it into her mouth.

I can’t think of a single moment in my entire life when I was rendered speechless. Until now.

I can only watch, in awe, as she sucks my taste off her finger before looking up to meet my eyes.