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He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear. Helping him, I dig my heels into the ground, lift my hips off the still-warm concrete beneath me, allowing him to pull my panties slowly down my legs. He tosses them behind him into the pool.

Tipping his head to the side, he stares at my exposed pussy. “It’s beautiful,” he says as if talking to himself. “I like this.” He tugs on the tiny triangle of light copper hair above my public bone, making me gasp. Everything he does sends sparks of pleasure deep into my core. It’s as if his touch is magic. That’s never happened before.

“You’re soaked, Hotshot.”

“Kiss me,” I beg.

I’m not prepared when he misses my mouth; instead, he leans forward and kisses my clit, licking and sucking on it hard.

When his huge hand pushes my chest, silently instructing me to lie back, I do, crying out when he roughly licks my clit again.

“Softer, please.” But he doesn’t hear me and continues his assault on my sensitive clit.

Oh, I do not like that at all.

“Owen,” I gasp, grabbing his hair to stop him. Only he takes that as my cue to go harder.

I reach down and grab his tongue, pulling it away from my pussy.

He gags and retches, but I don’t let go.

Pulling his head up to look at me, he muffles jumbled words I can only imagine is him trying to ask what the hell I’m doing.

His hand clasps around my wrist. Still holding on to his tongue, and with narrowed eyes, I glare at him. “You are not tunneling your way to France, nor are you sucking hard candy.” I let go of my hold on him and he snaps his tongue back into his mouth.

“Was I not good?” He looks pained, as if I just punched him in the nuts.

“You’re too eager, Owen. I know it’s been a while.” I cup his face. “But go gentle. Tender. Slow. I don’t like it hard like that.” I brush my thumb down his cheek.

“Right.” He swallows. “Slow, gentle.” Repeating my words, his shoulders sag.

“Yeah.” I nod, encouraging him with a smile.

“I’m sorry.” He looks like a lost puppy with his sad eyes. “It’s just, well, Skye never, you know, wanted me to do that, but maybe this is why?”

“Oh my God, please never mention exes ever again while I am naked with you.” I roll my eyes jokingly. “Let me teach you.” I sit up fully, tipping his head so I can capture his lips with mine. “Like this.” I kiss him so softly it’s barely a kiss, then I run the tip of my tongue across the seam of his mouth. “Take your time.” I push my tongue slowly between his lips. “Then explore.” He gasps when the tip of my tongue touches his and I twist them together. “Small circles,” I mumble. “Up and down.” I flick. “Sometimes sucking.” I suck his tongue, making him growl into my mouth. “And don’t forget to use your fingers.” I grab his hand and suck one of his thick fingers into my mouth.

With hooded eyes, he watches as I move it back and forth.

“Now show me.”

“Who the fuck are you, Jade Sommers?” he asks, seemingly baffled by my direct ways.

I smirk. “Your new teacher. I’m going to show you how to be a phenomenal lover, Owen Brodie.” I lie down, arching my body as I stretch out my back. “Now make me come.”

I smile when soft warm lips touch my clit, then with light swirls, his tongue explores my lips, my wet entrance, and back again to my clit, making me melt into the tiles. “Owen, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” His warm breath heats my already scorched skin.

“Keep doing that.” He leisurely pinches my clit, making me grab his long hair. “Oh, God, yeah. Just like that.”

“I’m so hard for you right now,” he pants, plunging his rigid tongue into my pussy, making my body curl off the uncomfortable hard ground.

The tip of his tongue picks up a little speed as he shapes two fingers around my sensitive clit, sliding them back and forth on either side, working me into a frenzy.

“Tell me what you want, Jade.” He kisses the spot above my clit, his blond scruff brushing my overly sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I need more. I want your fingers inside me,” I beg, my voice raspy and not sounding like my usual self.

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