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Down.

He presses his mouth to me over the lace and…

I lose my head.

THIRTY-FOUR

Ace

One second, I have plans of tasting the sweet pussy an inch from my face.

The next, I’m on my back, half off the blanket, spilled champagne soaking into my pants…

And a gorgeous woman clambering on top of me.

Her mouth hits mine for a long, drugging kiss that has my heart pounding harder than any hockey shift or workout has ever done.

I drop one hand to her ass, pulling her tightly against me, plunge the other into her hair and we go at it—tongues and teeth and lips—until she pushes at my chest and gasps, “Air.”

“Fuck air,” I mutter, flipping us, but doing it with an upward lurch so she lands on the blanket, her head on the pillows.

I slide my hand down, popping the clasp on her bra, dragging the lace free.

“Most beautiful set of tits I’ve ever seen.”

She laughs softly. “Maybe the words tits is less about romance than—ah!”

The last is a moan as I roll the hardened bud of her nipple between thumb and forefinger and though that’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and I want another taste of it on my tongue, want to feel it vibrating from my mouth to hers…

I have other plans.

For those beautiful tits.

Bending, I cup her breast, holding it so I can worship that rosy tip, suck it deep into my mouth in a way that’s not slow or gentle—as I’d intended this quiet moment just for her to be—but fast and a little rough.

But there’s no way to go slow with her fingers in my hair and her thighs wrapped around my waist, her hips rocking against me.

So, I read the room.

And I don’t go slow.

I spend time with her tits, working her nipples, discovering that she likes both of them rolled and pinched and sucked but that the right one is more sensitive. I discover that she really likes when I pair brushing my beard along the underside of her breasts with all that rolling.

And I discover that when she wants something different, she’s not shy about showing it.

Case in point?

Her hands coming to my shoulders and pressing me down.

Her legs widening enough for my shoulders to fit between her spread legs.

I grin and head south, pressing kisses along her ribcage, her belly, just above the waistband of her underwear.

Then because that pussy of hers looks so damn pretty spread wide, the sheer lace not hiding the fact that it’s pink and plump and wet, I take my time enjoying the view.

“Ace,” she whispers, rocking her hips.

Again showing me what she wants.