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A slight pressure against my lips stops the flurry of thoughts and causes me to open my eyes again.

“Open up.”

Without thinking, I follow her command—something I’m always willing to do—and Nadira presses her nipple into my mouth.

“Now, fill my ass while I ride you.”

“Yes, my queen,” I mumble around her breast, feeling her shudder at the sensation, which continues as I press the two middle fingers of my right hand into her back entrance.

God, everything about Nadira is a gift to my senses. From the fine raised hairs along her arms to the tight, glove-like hold her ass has on my fingers.

She combs my hair away from my face. “That’s right,” she moans. “And because you’ve been so good, you can come whenever you want. I’ll have more fun reviving you and making you come over and over until I’m satisfied.”

Her praise exhilarates me while her threat electrifies me, and I consider the possibilities. All thought ends abruptly when Nadira vigorously rises and plunges herself on my cock. Her nails dig into my biceps as she fucks the sanity out of me. She uses me like a toy built for her pleasure—I am—and compliments me for making her feel so good.

I don’t know which gives me more satisfaction, her admiration or her sensual gratification. All that matters is I’ll spend the rest of my days delighting in meeting all her needs and relishing her responses.

CHAPTER 18

A FIRST TIMER?!?!

Nadira

“Look at me, Julian,” I demand while I fuck him.

He doesn’t hesitate to comply, not that he has since my arrival. For all that he pushed himself into my life, he’s surprisingly accommodating to everything I want—as long as I don’t exclude him from being a part of my life.

His golden irises, raised in supplication, bare his soul to me. His utter devotion humbles me and causes me to gentle my downward thrusts. He is extremely expressive in the throes of passion. Every grimace, jaw clench, nostril flare, and darkening of his eyes enthrall me, spurring me to pull more of his reactions to the surface. This is what I missed when I buried my face between his thighs to satisfy my hunger for his dick, and I can’t tell which is more gratifying.

I clench my pussy and delight when he whimpers for me. His response intensifies the feeling of fullness in my ass and pussy, and feeds a physical and emotional need I didn’t know I had.In retaliation, he draws on my breast, lavishing one with his tongue before turning his attention to the other. But nothing he does hides the way his muscles contract, signaling he’s close to another orgasm.

With his impending release, I pull him from my breast and take possession of his mouth, taming him with my tongue. He takes the hand not in my ass and clutches me closer to him as he shudders and yells into my mouth. I delight in swallowing his cries while winding my hips against him. The action stimulates my clit and pushes me over the edge where I join him in a second orgasm.

After a lingering kiss, I extract myself and pant from lack of air. The slight shift causes me to raise startled eyes to his. “You’re still hard? But you just came, didn’t you?”

“I came and saw stars. Don’t be in doubt.” He shrugs with a sheepish grin. “I can’t help it if I haven’t gotten enough of you.”

“Have you always been multi-orgasmic?”

He wipes all expression from his face and gently swings me off him before turning his back on me and hanging his head.

“Julian?” Concerned, I touch his shoulder and feel him shudder beneath me. But this isn’t from pleasure. “Julian, what’s wrong?” I spring out of bed and round it to face him while I dig for the information I want. I raise his head until his worried eyes meet mine. “Talk to me.”

He shuts off the radio and gives me his attention. “I wouldn’t know if I’m multi-orgasmic, because you’re the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

I take an involuntary step back after his admission. “No way. No virgin could do what you did or make me feel what you made me feel. The way you handled my body…how if you haven’t been with other women?”

He shrugs. “I can’t speak for other virgins, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t disappoint you when we met again. So, I studied.”

“Doesn’t study require hands-on application?” I glare at him, while trying to understand how two opposing things can be true.

“Theoretical study. I bought tons of books written by women about how women experience pleasure, and the key message I took away from everything I’d read was all women don’t enjoy sex the same way. And although I have tons of books with diagrams and step-by-step instructions, none of them mattered. Because for my first practicum, I decided to let my desire to please you guide me.” Julian strokes my cheek while peering into my eyes with a level of devotion I’ve never received before. “When will you understand that your pleasureismy pleasure?”

I sit beside him, too astounded that—“Oh my God, I took your virginity!” I jump up as the enormity of how I treated him hits me. No longer able to stand still, I pace in front of him as myriad thoughts bombard me. Did I unwittingly take advantage of him? My previous partners would never have let me dictate our sex acts. It doesn’t matter that he’s five years older than me if I’m more experienced. I should have?—

He chuckles and grabs my hands, halting me mid-pace. “My virginity was always yours to take whenever and however you wanted.”

“But…how? You can’t tell me other women never approached you.”

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