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A riot of sensation moves through me and I moan. The firm press of his thumb at my clit has liquid pleasure welling in my core. Soft wet laps of his tongue on my labia make me melt. He kisses my pussy as tenderly and passionately as he kissed my mouth, not forgetting my inner thighs and delving right to my entrance. Maybe I’m not remembering right, but even though that night years ago lived on in my memory for ages, it’s nothing like this. Nothing like really having his hands and mouth on me again.

Luke goes straight for where I’m wettest, and I’m not left in any doubt he’s enjoying it. The noises he makes as he goes down on me make it sound like I’m the one touching him.

He makes circles with his thumb and I helplessly lift my hips. The pressure builds until my toes are curling; I grab at his head. As my fingers tighten in his hair, he looks up at me and grins. Silent approval, since he doesn’t stop to talk. Thank God! I think if he stopped right now I might tear out a chunk of his hair! Everything he’s doing feels so good, so right. I’m close. I’m so close. My thighs quiver around his ears and he hums against my pussy.

Luke’s mouth replaces his thumb over my clit. Somehow, he gives me just enough pressure so I’m not mourning the loss. When he slips two fingers inside me, I gasp. A few thrusts, a little pressure against my upper wall, and I’m cumming so hard I’m breathless. Or maybe it’s just that I forget to breathe for a minute. Intense pleasure has me bucking and shaking. I cry out, but the words catch in my throat. Luke just keeps going and going, until I’m going to die from bliss.

I never knew I could cum like this. I never knew it could last so long. Somehow, he works my body like an expert, like he’s been studying me for the last ten years and he knows exactly how to touch me.

He stops and looks up at me. I realise I’m giggling like an idiot. His fingers are still deep inside me, but the grin he gives me looks like he’s feeling pretty proud of himself.

He should be.

I’m still gathering my senses when Luke sits back and pulls his shirt over his head. I get a glimpse of the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He catches me looking and grins, hand dropping to adjust himself.

Well, now I can’t resist. I sit and reach for his belt. “Let me.”

NINE

Luke

Fuck me.

The sight of Mia Sinclair cumming is possibly the most perfect thing I will witness in all my life.

How did I forget the way she looks as she cums? Probably because last time I was drunk and young and stupid and I didn’t think to look last time. I didn’t take the chance to fix it in my memory to replay it over and over. You better believe I do it now.

Her lips part, an adorable line forms between her brows while she holds her breath, only letting it out when she’s already shaking against my mouth. I want to experience this every day for the rest of my life. More than once. I’m not ready to stop. I pull off my shirt. I’m about to move back to her pussy again when she sits and gives me a wicked, hungry look that has me dangerously close to the end of my control.

I might have overestimated how much of this I could take without giving in to the urge to have her.

The taste of her lingers on my lips, and my cock throbs behind my fly. It doesn’t help that her clever hands are making short work of my belt and the fastening of my jeans.

“Mia, wait.”

She frowns at me and opens her mouth to protest.

Something just occurred to me, though. She climbed into my lap and kissed me so fiercely I didn’t have time to think before. There was only time to react to her need. She needed to cum. I loved doing that for her. But if we continue—if I get inside that sweet pussy, then I’m done for.

I know what she did to me last time. Teenage Mia. Sweet, innocent Mia. The girl of my fucking dreams. Well now she’s the woman I’ve been dreaming about for ten years. I know for absolute certain my heart will be a bloody mess at her feet as soon as she lets me cum inside her perfect body.

The real problem is I don’t think the same is true for Mia. I mean I’d like to think I have a magic dick. I like to think I could dick her into keeping me around, but even I’m not that dumb.

If it didn’t work last time, it won’t work now.

No, Mia Sinclair is a project you gotta work on over time. I’m older and wiser now. She needs romancing. She’s spent too long being ignored by that asshole Oliver. She deserves to know she’s special.

So, I somehow find a way to stop her. “Not tonight, Mia. I don’t want to do that tonight.”

Her frown crumples and I dart forward to catch her face in my hands, pressing a kiss to her lower lip to stop it trembling. “I mean I want to, believe me. I want to, but just not now. Not like this. Besides”—I’m grappling for reasons, when the perfect thing occurs to me—“Besides, I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, right. Nor do I. God, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. It’s been so long since—” She waves her hand, pressing her eyes closed for a moment. “Well, never mind. I guess we can’t...you know.”

I think she’s going to stop there, but she reaches once again for the waistband of my underwear. “Mia, what are you—”

She grins at me. “Well, there are other things we could do even with no condom.”

All the blood in my body rushes south. I groan. I’m not a fucking saint.

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