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She tastes rich and sweet. Perfect.
I push her thighs wider so she’s spread open, and I see her grasp the comforter in tight fists. Her pussy is gorgeous, that perfect pink that matches her nipples, glistening in the fading light. I seal my mouth over her clit, sucking deep as I tease her from underneath, listening to the shake in her breath and feeling the growing tension in her legs.
“Tell me what you like,” I say, whispering the words into her skin. There’s nothing that I want more than to make her moan my name. I swirl my tongue over her clit before diving down and dipping into her entrance. Justine arches underneath me. “Tell me.”
“I can’t think,” she says, more breath than words.
I crawl up her body until we’re face to face and kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. The way I’m laying now, my cock is pressed up against her spread legs. So close, and so far.
“Do you want me to suck your clit until you scream?”
“Yes.”
I move my mouth to her neck and shoulder, pushing the strap of her bra off with my teeth. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”
“Fuck,” she mutters as I sink down her body again.
“I can tease you until you’re begging me,” I say, peppering the skin around her belly button with soft kisses. “And then tell you no.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, looking down at me.
“Wouldn’t I? We could find out.”
She smirks down at me. “You still think you can boss me around?”
“I think I can make you feel good enough that you won’t care who’s calling the shots. You’ll just want to come.”
I graze my teeth against her inner thigh, thoroughly enjoying the shudder that passes through her. I know exactly what to do now. And I take my time. I slowly lick her thighs and move closer, pressing kisses and licks to the creases of her legs. On her mound. Everywhere but where she wants me to be. Completely random so she never knows where I’m going to touch her next. I love it. She doesn’t.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” she says.
“We can’t have that,” I mutter, barely brushing my lips across her clit.
“Oh,” she makes the sound before biting her lip, not wanting to show me how much she wants it. Even now we’re in that battle—the one that makes me want to push her buttons more. Further. The one that drives the spark between us.
I go back to teasing before I lick her once. So softly, but her legs contract at the feeling and I push them wide again. Slowly I build up the way I’m touching her. Kissing and licking and sucking every part of her, harder and harder until I cover her in one long stroke of my tongue, and she breaks, shaking and groaning, more of that pure flavor flooding my mouth.
Once isn’t enough. Not nearly. I plunge my tongue deep inside her, fucking her as the orgasm runs through and straight into another one. Justine cries out, her voice echoing off my walls, arching into my tongue.
Fuck, I’ll never have enough. I need more. Right now.
I strip off my clothes and grab a condom before rejoining her on the bed. She’s still lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, and already reaching for me. I pull her in to a kiss before turning her over and slamming into her from behind.
Perfect heat and epic pleasure. It’s just as explosive as the first time we came together. I can’t breathe. Just moving on instinct, I drive in to the hilt over and over. I can’t hold myself back, and I don’t try to.
“Fuck, yes,” Justine cries out, and I let myself go.
I fuck with a frenzy, letting lighting build in my spine until it breaks, the release completely blinding me. My own voice echoes as I finish, and we collapse together, breathless and spent.
She laughs softly, turning toward me as I slip away to dispose of the condom before coming back. “That was a pretty good dessert.”
“Better than the ones at Lena’s?”
“I don’t know about that, but easily just as good.”
She’s smirking and I drag her to me so I can kiss her. “I guess I’ll just have to work harder next time.”
“Maybe,” she says, resting her head on my chest. “But before that, I might need some actual dessert.”
9
Justine
The faint chime wakes me with a start. My phone. Chiming from where I left it. Where did I leave it? I focus. I’m not in my bed. Where the hell am I?
The sun is just rising through the windows and I look over to the handsome, peaceful, sleeping face of Keenan. I’m in Keenan’s bed.
He looks even more perfect in sleep, totally relaxed and unaware of his own beauty. I hadn’t intended to stay all night. But he fed me chocolate for dessert and then we had more amazing sex. Slower the next time, but no less passionate.
