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I jolt when his tongue touches my bare pussy.

Oh. Lord. His tongue does this thing, flattening, then twisting, tasting me deeply.

Breathe.

Breathe. I’m probably turning blue because my fingertips and toes are tingling.

He growls into my pussy, licking deeper, then he makes a gruff sound as if he’s frustrated.

His fingers hook into the sides of my panties and with utter competence, he tugs them down my legs and drops them onto the floor.

Those big hands slide up the insides of my legs. The heat from his palms scorches a path as he presses my legs wide again, watching my face for my reaction the entire time.

Our gazes lock. What I see in his is reverence. What I feel in mine is trust.

He swallows hard, eyes moving down my body.

I’m trembling with anticipation as he leans in again, tasting me without the hindrance of the panties this time.

Travis eats my pussy like he kissed me at the ravine, with slow precision. All the while, his big hands hold my hips. He’s methodical, testing my preferences until I’m tossing my head back and forth.

“Yes. Ah. That’s… so good,” I whisper deliriously after licking my lips.

But every time I get close, he slows down. Until I’m begging him, until I’m saying his name over and over.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans against me. “Let me have all of it.”

Ah! My body coils. I realize I’m tugging his hair. I can’t stop. A flood of pleasure slides through me, loosening my legs, making my hands go slack.

“I might be dying,” I whisper, panting. Breathing rougher than I’ve ever breathed.

Solemn eyes, mouth glistening, Travis crawls up my body, taking time to kiss my navel, then my breasts. One, then the other. He nips his way up my neck and stops by my ear where he asks in a husky voice, “You okay?”

I grin, still trying to catch my breath. “I’m so far past okay I can’t see it from here.”

“Good,” he murmurs, kissing my temple.

I reach for his belt. “Off. Now.”

He pulls back and stands next to the bed as I blink into the dim light, my brain coming back online one degree at a time.

Travis never looks away from me as his hand moves to unfasten his belt, then his button, his zipper too. He kicks off his boots and pushes down his jeans as his muscles catch the light.

I know my eyes get wider and wider.

Abs cut deeply across his stomach. His chest is thick and powerful, and his waist isn’t thin like a swimmer’s. It’s strong like a man who uses his body for work.

I’m literally salivating. I want to ride him.

The man could be a sculpture. I mean wow.

He’s still serious as he gets a condom out of his wallet, taking his time to let me look at him, or maybe taking his time so he can catch his breath too.

I reach for the condom and he lets me take it, stepping closer so I can reach him.

On purpose, I go slowly, feeling the ridges and veins as I roll the latex on. There’s a tremble in my fingers, and my legs are pressed together.

His breath hisses out between his teeth when I get to the base and wrap my hand around him for the first time. “Lindsey.”