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That right there is the best compliment I could ever receive, and it makes my eyes instantly well with fresh tears. Blinking, I force them not to fall and focus on the man staring at me as if he’s photographing me with his eyes. After a beat his gaze drops to my lips, and he hesitates for a fraction of a second before claiming my mouth. His kiss is surprisingly gentle. It quickly turns and his mouth moves urgently and with purpose over mine.

A slow burn spreads through my body as his tongue slides between my lips, exploring the recesses of my mouth. The exhaustion I felt earlier seems to fade with every swipe of his tongue and my arms wind around his neck. Rolling onto my back, I keep my lips locked with his and bring him on top of me. Settling between my legs, his teeth pull at my lower lip and a whimper escapes my throat. He silences me by pushing his tongue back in my mouth and I match his vigor, pushing my fingers through his hair, holding the back of his head steady as I get a better angle on him.

We kiss and we kiss until our lips swell and the hardness of his erection presses against my belly. His lips leave mine only to take purchase on my neck. He nibbles and sucks, bruising my skin, marking me his. Desperate for more, I arch my hips, grinding against him. He groans as he tears his mouth from my neck and reclaims my lips.

Frantically his hands push under the hem of my t-shirt, traveling up my sides until his thumbs caress the undersides of my breasts. Flying high on the sensations building between my legs and consumed by the smoldering kisses, I don’t think to warn him about my aching breasts and when he squeezes them in his hands, I tear my mouth away from his and push him away. My hands move to my chest and a whimper leaves my lips as I caress them in an attempt to relieve the ache.

Panting from our kiss, he mutters a curse as he watches me gently palm my tits over the fabric of my t-shirt. Confusion mars his features as he licks his lips and pulls my hands away from my chest.

“Did I hurt you?”

“They’ve been really sore,” I explain. “And hard,” I add. “I could probably knock someone out with these bad boys,” I say, offering him half of a smile.

“Let me see,” he says, tipping his chin towards the t-shirt covering me.

Arching an eyebrow, I cock my head to the side.

“Blackie….”

“I’m not going to maul you,” he retorts, shaking the hair away from his eyes. “Take your shirt off.”

Rolling my eyes, I reach for the hem of the t-shirt and lift my head, pulling it over. The cold air hits my nipples and they instantly harden into peaks.

“Christ,” he growls, palming his cock over his sweatpants. “How didn’t I notice how big they’ve gotten?”

I point a finger at his shoulder.

“You’ve been kind of occupied with other things.”

Ignoring my half-ass attempt at wit, his heated gaze continues to rack over breasts.

“Lay back,” he orders as his hands find the insides of my thighs. Pushing them further apart, he settles between my legs.

“Gentle isn’t really our strong suit,” I remind him.

“Not going to say it again,” he grunts, sliding a hand over my stomach. Lowering his head, his open mouth replaces his hand, and he tenderly peppers my belly with kisses. The tension leaves my body and I slink back into the mattress, enjoying the sensations of his gentle touch.

His hands glide up the sides of my body, outlining my every curve as his mouth continues to travel. Reaching my chest, he leans back and gently takes one breast in his hand. His palm is cool against my hot skin and a soft moan flies past my lips.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I murmur, closing my eyes as his thumb gently slides over my erect nipple. His free hand moves to my other breast, circling it softly. I swear my eyes roll behind my closed lids as I arch off the bed, begging him for more.

“Open your eyes,” he demands.

It takes me a moment to comply and when I do, I find him hovering over my tits, his mouth open and ready. I’m about to object but the words get lost on my tongue as his sneaks out and licks my nipple. Keeping his eyes pinned to mine, he practices restraint and bounces from one nipple to the other, licking lavishly. The pain fades and my panties grow wetter and wetter with every stroke of his tongue.

“Oh god,” I moan. “I…”

“Tell me,” he growls, softly blowing on one of my pebbled nipples.

Another whimper.

Another roll of my hips.

“Blackie.”

“Right here,” he croons, taking another long lick.

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