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I trail kisses from her lips to her cheek to her neck and nibble on her earlobe. I relish in the goose bumps that pepper her skin in my wake.

Sliding my hand under the hem of her dress and up her thigh, I say, “Tell me to stop if I go too far, okay?” I hook my thumb under the edge of her panties but pause.

“Okay,” she mumbles.

She’s in her head. I don’t have to look at her to figure that out; it’s all in her tone.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and she complies. “We don’t have to do this.”

“No more running,” she says with conviction.

“It’s not running if this isn’t what you want.”

“I want this. I’m just nervous.”

I take her chin between my fingers and rest my forehead against hers. “Have you done this before?”

“Yes, but it never ended well. It was either too wet or they couldn’t find my clit.”

“Can I try anyway? And if you don’t like it, we can stop.”

A tiny exhale escapes her, and she blinks slowly. “Yes.”

“Okay,” I say with a soft smile. Brushing my lips over hers, I whisper, “Trust me.”

And then I kiss her fiercely.

I can’t get enough of her; she’s invigorating and sweet. Her touch will be the death of me, and I’ll gladly welcome it. A low rumble leaves my chest as I guide her to the bed. She sits, and I stoop to her level, wrapping my arms around her body.

“Focus on me. Nothing else.” I pull away, and she arches toward me with a whimper. With a husky chuckle, I kiss the underside of her jaw and inch down her body.

A murmur of a moan spills from her as I trace the outline of her breast. The urge to explore every millimeter of her skin becomes too much. I cup her breast, the soft weight filling my palm as I trace my thumb over the lace, the tight bud of her nipple hardening beneath it. Her breath catches, and I’m drunk on the way she leans into my hand, every touch deepening my need to pull her closer. I press my thumb over her nipple again, rolling it gently as she lets out a low, breathy moan, her chest heaving as she clings to me.

With a shaky groan, Wren moves her hands to the sheets and balls them in her fists.

Working my way down, I settle on my knees and hike her dress over her thighs.

She bites her lip, glancing down at me. “What if I don’t taste good?”

I press a lingering kiss to her inner thigh. “Baby, I already know I’ll never get enough.” I trail my lips closer to her core, savoring the way her body trembles. “Now lie back and let me enjoy.”

“What if I can’t finish? Or what?—”

“Wren,” I state, and she halts. “Lie back, close those pretty eyes, and stop thinking.”

“Okay. . .” She lies down but then sits straight back up. “Just promise you’ll stop if I don’t taste good.”

“I promise, but I’m not worried about it.”

“Okay, okay, here I go.” And she’s back down.

I start slow and pull on the hemline of her underwear. With a nervous sigh, she lifts her ass, and I drop them to the floor.

“Relax, baby girl.” I hum in an attempt to ease her anxiety. “Focus on my lips.” I kiss her again. “My touch.” I place her legs over my shoulders and scoot her to the edge of my bed so I have better access. “And my tongue.” Bringing my mouth to her core, I run my tongue from her entrance to clit.

She releases a shaky whimper while her thighs shake from the sensation.

“Fuck me, I’m going to worship you.”

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