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And then moved up, up, up…

Until lips replaced his thumb and he was kissing my clit. Whimpering, I buried my fingers in his thick, long hair, my hips arching upwards of their own accord.

I felt the ragged release of Oaken’s groan against my body. The kiss became a desperate, open-mouthed sucking motion, that legitimately made me think I might pass out.

He paused for a moment, squeezing my quivering hips. “Is this right?” His tongue poked out of his mouth, stroking and swirling over my clit.

“Yes, that’s,holy fucking shit, that’s right!”

“Is it alright if I… I want to put my tongue lower,” he panted. “I want to taste you from the inside.”

I almost fucking came.

I nodded, then realized he might not see it.

“Yes, please, go ahead!” I mewled, writhing under his strong hands, his breath torturing my most sensitive places. “Please Oaken!”

At this point, I was so past the realm of sanity that I probably would have let that man put his tongue anywhere. I would have let him try to lick my fucking eyeball if he’d wanted.

But luckily, he didn’t want to lick my eyeball.

He wanted to lick my pussy.

Liquid bliss coursed through my veins as Oaken brought his hungry mouth to my core. His moan of pleasure vibrated all the way inside me.

And then, somethingelsewas inside me. Sliding, stroking, thrusting. Oaken’s tongue desperately fucked me. Hard fingers dug into me. I locked my legs around his head, grinding helplessly, my orgasm chasing me down like a galloping shuldu. My insides contracted, trying to draw him even deeper as pleasure cracked me right down the middle. I came, so fucking hard against his face, clamping down on his tongue like I would never let it go.

Lost to sensation, I didn’t at first notice that Oaken had moved his right hand from my hip and was blindly feeling around on the bed for something. Blinking through an orgasmic haze, I tried to focus my eyes on him. Oaken made a strangled noise, then his tail shot over the side of the bed. When it came back, it was dragging his hat with it. In a clumsy, feverish movement, Oaken shoved the hat against his crotch and violently shuddered.

“Oaken,” I croaked, my pussy still trying its darndest to milk the man’s tongue. “Did you just come… in yourhat?”

Slowly, maybe even regretfully, he pulled his tongue away and sat up, still holding his hat in front of himself.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he admitted hoarsely. “And I didn’t want to make your bed all wet.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” I laughed weakly, feeling the sopping wetness between my own thighs. “Why don’t you go in the bathroom over there and try to clean your hat? I’ll change the sheets.”

Once I regain use of my legs, that is…

Oaken got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Before he went inside, he stopped and asked, “Is the movie date over now?”

“Have we watched the movie yet?”

“No.”

I smiled.

“Then no, Oaken. It isn’t over yet.”

21

OAKEN

When I emerged from theLavariya’swater closet, holding my sopping wet hat, I found Jaya lying on the bed. She had put her shiny shorts back on, which left me feeling quite put-out. But I was still here with her, so truly, I could have no real complaints.

Especially after what she’d just let me do. In near delirium, I replayed tonight’s events over and over in my mind. The extraordinary sensation of her touching, and then sucking on my cock. The delectable taste of her wet flesh as it quivered beneath, then around, my tongue. The sounds she made, so pretty, so sweet, so erotic.

Blast. I was going to get hard again at this rate.

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