Page 64 of If You Love Me

Her eyes light up with carnal excitement. “On my pussy. Iwant you to fuck me with your tongue before you stretch me with your cock.”

“That’s my good girl.” I kiss along the edge of her panties from one hip to the other. “Lift for me.”

She complies and I tug the satin down a few inches with my teeth, before kissing the same path to the opposite hip. When I expose her slit, I slide my tongue between her folds—just a tease, a taste. My perfect little doll, ready for me.

I bar an arm across her hips, pinning her to the mattress as Lexi covers her mouth with her palm to muffle her moan. I continue the torment, dragging her panties down her legs with my teeth, until I discard them on the floor.

Lexi’s eyes are full of heat and need as I pull her to the edge of the bed. “Hold yourself open for me.”

She rushes to comply, parting her legs.

I settle my hands on the backs of her thighs, pushing them wider. “Look at you, spread out like a feast.” I lean in and bite the inside of her thigh. “This pretty little pussy already weeping for me.”

I slide my hands under her and lift her to my mouth, licking up the length of her.

Her head snaps back. “Oh fuck, thank you.”

I bite the inside of her thigh. “Eyes on me,” I order.

She lifts her head and moans when I brush my lips over her clit. She tastes better than I remember and feels like everything I’ve been missing. It takes what’s left of my frayed restraint to not bury my face in her pussy and devour her. “Did you miss my mouth?” I suck on one soft, pink lip, reveling in the control she so willingly relinquishes for me.

“So much,” she breathes. And what’s left of the walls between us crumble, leaving only desire.

“This gorgeous, sweet pussy is mine.” I drag my tongue through her folds. “And I’m done pretending it hasn’t always beenmine.” I latch onto her swollen clit and suck hard.

She jerks and gasps, but her eyes stay where I want them, on me. “I’m yours. All of me. Every part. Only yours.”

I relish her needy moans and soft sighs. There’s no one and nothing more beautiful than Lexi open and on display for only me, struggling to stay quiet as I push her closer to an orgasm with each purposeful stroke of tongue and nip of teeth.

“Please, Roman, please,” she whimpers every time I get her close to the edge, but keep her hovering there, the orgasm just out of reach.

I prowl up her body and cup her pussy, two fingers pressed against her entrance, but not penetrating. “I want to hear you beg.”

She bites her bottom lip as she continues to hold herself open for me. “Please, Roman.”

I tsk her, reveling in the power she lends me. “You can do better.”

“Please let me come. Please fill me. I’m so close, I need to feel you.”

I slide two fingers into her slick, wet heat, and her eyes roll up. I don’t curl them until her eyes are back on mine.

“Please, please, please,” she pleads.

I could hold her here, coiled tight, pussy clamped around my fingers teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She would be mindless with need, desperate for the release only I can give her.

I’ve been ravenous for her, desperate to have her again, waiting for her to give in and surrender control.

I curl my fingers and she moans, body trembling as the orgasm sweeps through her.

She curves a palm around the back of my neck, and I let her pull my mouth to hers, tongue sweeping inside on a needy moan.

Her other hand slides down my back, pausing when she realizes I’m still wearing my pants.

“I need you inside me.” She slides her hand into my backpocket, retrieving my wallet. “Please, Roman. I need you to fill me.”

I need the same thing; proof I’m right. That she’s meant for me, and I’m meant for her.

Her hands shake with anticipation as she finds the foil square. She groans her displeasure as I ease my fingers out, then groans as I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean.

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