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“You’re—” I gasped, then licked him and tried again. “You’re pretty delicious too.”Cinnamon, huh? I wasn’t going to think of apple pie the same way ever again. “I want to make you come, Aswan.”

“Oh,dkaar, you don’t know how close I am.”

Feeling bold, I stroked his cock again, and a second time. “Then let go,” I whispered. “Come with me…” And I dunno what made me say it, but I tried to mimic his accent. “D-car.”

He stiffened, then surged upward, pushing me forward as his face pressed against my pussy. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, and I stroked him frantically, as his long, ridged tongue slid forward, flicking against my clitoris.

I felt him growl again, and I hummed in response, and more than anything, the realizationI—me, a divorcee mother of three—could makehimlose control? That sent me over the edge. When his tongue flicked against my clit again, I squeezed around his fingers, around hisface, and let myself go.

And with a groan, so did Aswan.

His cumdidtaste of cinnamon, and it hit the top of my mouth and the back of my throat faster than I could swallow it. I tried, but far too much of it spilled from my mouth, dribbling down my chin and throat and boobs and across his cock and stomach.

I’ll admit it; I gagged. I mean, not because it was disgusting—which is how my body had responded to the first blow job I’d given back in college—but because there was just so much cum.

I expected Aswan to be disappointed I couldn’t take it all, but with my own pleasure throbbing through my core at that moment, I wasn’t sure if I cared. I ended up with my cheek pressed against his upper thigh, covered in his cum, gasping for breath as my thighs and butt shook from the power of that orgasm.

As it faded, I became more aware of him, and the way he continued to kiss my inner thighs, murmuring words in a language I didn’t understand. At long last, I sucked in a breath and made an attempt to lift my head.

That was the sign he was waiting for, apparently.

With a sound that sounded suspiciously like a moan—happy or sad? I couldn’t tell—Aswan lifted my hips as he sat up. Somehow, he twisted me around until I was sittinginhis lap, and his arms were wrapped around me.

He rocked me slightly, as if trying to give me comfort, and he rasped, “Love, that was…” His voice cracked.

Since I was tucked up against his chest, my veins still coursing with pleasure and every inch of my skin too-sensitive, I whispered, “I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow it all?—”

My words broke off when he wrenched me away from him, holding me by the upper arms and staring, stricken, down at me. His mouth opened and closed a few times as if trying to find words, and I noticed the glow in his eyes had diminished almost entirely.

Why?

“Sorry?” he finally choked, and I realized his expression was incredulity. “Hannah, how could youpossibly—” He bit off the words, then shook his head and shoved my head under his chin again. “Love, you smell of me. You took me into your mouth, and you’re covered in my spend, and I can taste you in myfucking soul…and you think you should be sorry?”

Before I could blink my way out of my shock to think of a way to answer that, Aswan shoved himself to his feet, taking me with him. I shouldn’t be surprised by the show of strength when he lifted me so easily, but I still gasped and clutched at him.

“Where—what—?” I tried.

“I’m taking you to the shower,” he growled, stomping toward the big bathroom. “I’m going to wash every inch of you, then I’m going to sit you on the edge of the counter, and I’m going to lick you until you come again. I’ve been dreaming of it every shower I’ve taken for weeks.”

I clutched at him, unable to do more than murmur, “Wah?” as he turned on the water.

“Then,dkaar…” He scowled down at me. “I’m going to cover you with my scent again.” He shook his head. “Sorry,” he spat, clearly offended by my earlier apology. “As if that wasn’t the most magnificent thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s my job to ensureyourpleasure.”

When he placed me in the shower, I wobbled slightly, but he was there to hold me. And as I relaxed into the hot water, I found myself smiling.

Most magnificent thing I’ve ever experienced.

Yep.

Yep, that about wrapped it up.

When I pulled Aswan down for a kiss, he was smiling too.

Chapter Nine

Aswan

I was never goingto be the same, was I?

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