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I lift my head enough so she can see me better. “I would never lie to you.”

“You’re just insanely good at it.” She gives a soft laugh. “That felt incredible, a thousand times better than I imagined.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” I kiss her pussy again. “Because I plan on doing it a lot.”

I nuzzle my nose against her slit, breathing her in with a groan.

“Just because I’ve never done anything doesn’t mean I’m going to be bad at sex,” I tell her. “People assume that, I guess, but it’s never made any sense to me. I’m sure there are a lot of unsatisfied wives and girlfriends, even though their husbands and boyfriends have been fucking them for years.”

I exhale a breath against her still sensitive clit, smiling when she squirms a bit. Keeping my mouth close to her pussy, I lock eyes with her.

“I think it’s all about being observant and about wanting to please. I’ve been paying attention, kisa.” I run my tongue along the tender spot right below her clit, dipping inside the wet heat of her folds so I can run the tip of my tongue along the front wall of her pussy. She bucks her hips and lets out a soft whimper, just like I knew she would.

I give her one more lick and then kiss a circle around her clit while whispering, “I know that the left side of your sweet cunt is more sensitive than the right. I also know you hold your breath right before you come and that even though you could’ve moved your arms at any time, you didn’t because you’re such a good fucking girl and you didn’t want to disobey me.”

Turning my head, I kiss her inner thigh. “I don’t need to fuck a bunch of women to know how to please you, kisa. All I have to do is pay attention to what you like and how your body responds to me.”

Her fingers run through my hair while I rest my head on her stomach, perfectly content despite how painfully hard I still am. This night was never going to be about me. I knew that going into it.

“You’re too perfect, Luka,” she whispers, making me smile against her soft skin.

“I’m far from it, sweetheart, but I hope you always think I am.”

“I will.”

Her voice doesn’t hold a trace of doubt, and that kind of loyalty is everything to me. I’d say I’m falling hard for Lara Swan, but the truth is I fell head-fucking-first the second I saw her. I’m a goner, plain and simple, and I know myself well enough to know there’s no going back.

Chapter 7

Lara

Luka’s soft hair runs through my fingers while my body still hums from the orgasm he just gave me. I can’t stop touching him. I’m afraid if I do, then this will all turn out to be a dream. The heat of his breath against my skin, the weight of his head on my stomach and the silky strands of his hair remind me that this is real and that what we shared was not just an elaborate fantasy on my part.

With a sigh, he kisses my stomach, not seeming to care that it’s not model-thin and lacking any defined abs, and slowly makes his way back up my chest. I suck in a quick breath when he wraps his lips around my nipple, teasing me with his tongue until every part of my body is aching with want again.

Keeping my hands in his hair, I tug on him, wanting and needing him closer. He gives me one more toe-tingling suck before bringing his gorgeous face to mine.

“Taste how sweet you are, kisa,” he whispers against my lips. Dragging his tongue along the seam of my mouth, he gives me a slow, teasing lick, just like he’d done to my pussy only minutes ago. Cupping his face, I pull him closer while sucking his tongue into my mouth. His deep groan vibrates against my chest, and it’s just so goddamn masculine that I can’t help but wrap my legs around his waist so I can lock him against me.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I want you on top of me,” I tell him, trying to turn so we’re lengthwise on the hammock again. I let out a squeal when he readjusts his long body and the net I’m lying on swings precariously.

“Don’t you dare let me fall,” I tell him with a laugh.

“Never, kisa.” He grabs the rope netting above my head and braces his other arm beside me. “Our first time is not going to be in a fucking hammock.” He grins down at me, the vivid green of his eyes combined with his dark lashes makes my heart skip a beat. He’s just so damn effortlessly sexy.

“I want to make you feel good too,” I tell him.

“You just made me feel amazing when you came on my tongue.”

The smile he’s giving me is one of pure happiness, and it’s stunning to see.

“I’m glad I did, but I’m being serious. Let me do something for you.”

“I’m fine, baby. You don’t need to do anything. Being here with you like this is enough. It’s more than enough.”

With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I rock up against him, and the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare pussy is electrifying.

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