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“You.” She closes them again, nuzzling into my hand. “You came back.”

I frown. She thinks that I’m her precious Chris.

“Yes.” Who am I to deny us both what we so desperately crave?

I trail my fingers over the slope of her shoulder to the top of her breasts and come to rest at the edge of her camisole while she arches into my touch with a soft moan. She’s giving me permission, if only by mistake.

My fingers trail lower over the peak of her breast, eliciting a gasp from her.

“Shh.” I pinch her nipple through the fabric.

Her eyes fly open, clouded with arousal.

“Just feel,” I say.

She’s trying to say something, but all that comes out is a moan as I pinch harder, twisting enough to straddle the line between pleasure and pain.

Her hands fly to my wrists, nails digging in. “Stop.”

I do.

She checks me out, pressing her thighs together.

With a gentle touch, I rest my other hand on her bare thigh, sliding higher. “Do you really want me to stop?”

She shakes her head.

“I need you to say it.”

“Make me feel again. Please.”

Hearing her beg undoes the last shreds of my restraint, my cock twitching to life. I shove the straps of her camisole down, baring her breasts. They’re perfect, tipped with dusky rose nipples already pebbling.

I lean down, take one into my mouth, and swirl my tongue around it.

She cries out and fists her hands in my hair, holding me in place. I devote the same focus to her other breast until she’s writhing beneath me with soft mewls of pleasure.

“More,” she begs.

I’m painfully hard and want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, feel her wet pussy wrapped around me as I drive her to climax.

My hand grazes up her thigh, tracing the soft skin under her shirt, and my fingers stroke her clit. Every instinct screams at meto go, but I can’t. Not like this. She’s so wet for me already. I strip the nightshirt off her and throw it to the ground.

All mine.

After covering her body with mine, I press my lips against hers. Her taste is intoxicating, like the sweetest wine. Her hands shift to my chest, twisting her hips.

Fuck, Blue. Don’t do this to me.

I place kisses down her stomach, nipping at her skin as I go and pausing as I reach her bare, swollen pussy. She is perfect in every way.

“Tell me to stop,” I say.

“I won’t.”

A ghost of a smile plays on my lips. Good girl.

I groan, my tongue circling her clit, starting gently and increasing the pressure as her whimpers and squirms grow more insistent beneath me. I taste her addicting sweetness.

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