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I spend some time just lapping at him like I did the spoonfuls of creme brûlée, slowly licking all around the crown, teasing just underneath with the tip of my tongue—he really seems to like that—picking up hits of salt every time I go over the top of the broad head.

When I open my mouth and suck him in, he seems to lose all control. His hands come down, one gathering my hair, the other planting on the couch next to him, and his hips thrust up as he pushes himself into my mouth almost too deep. I pull back enough to keep from gagging, but keep him in my mouth.

“Fuck, Tiff. Sorry. Jesus. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t. Holding him steady with one hand so that he can’t go too deep should he get carried away again, I bob up and down slowly, sucking and swirling my tongue at the top of each stroke.

When I glance up at him, he has his head pressed into the back of the couch, his eyes closed, and the tendons in his neck stand out in sharp relief.

After a moment he gasps and lifts his head. “Jesus, Tiff, if you don’t stop right now I’m gonna blow my load in your mouth.”

I lift my head, sucking on the way up so he leaves my mouth with a pop. “And the problem with that is …?”

He chuckles weakly. “I want to fuck your sweet little pussy. Come here and let me get ahold of myself for a second, and then I want inside you.”

I give him a little pout, but do as he asks, taking his hand and letting him guide me up onto the couch with him.

He reaches for the tie at my side, and with one swift tug, opens my dress, spreading the fabric the same way I did to him. His eyes roam my nearly naked body, only my bra and the dress hanging from my shoulders standing between me and full nudity.

“I still can’t believe you went commando,” he whispers.

My grin fades quickly as he begins worshipping my body. He slides my dress from my shoulders, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, pulling it all away to leave me completely naked for him.

He peppers kisses down my neck, scraping his teeth along my shoulder, then finding his way to his favorite place—my boobs. Not that I have any objection. I love the way he lavishes attention there, acting like he could spend hours just feasting on me.

Lying back on the couch, I reach above me, my fingers scrabbling against the fabric, trying to find purchase, an anchor to hold in the storm he creates in my body. As he sucks on one nipple, the fingers of his free hand trace down my side, over my thigh, back up the inside, and he does what I did to him, always bypassing my center, coming close, but never touching where I’m beginning to need him again.

On what feels like the thousandth pass, I lift my hips, hoping he’ll take the hint and touch me, slide his fingers inside me, rub circles around my clit,something. And once again, he traces a line at the join of my thigh, so close to my pussy it ripples the skin, but never quite where I need him.

“Gray,” I say on a broken whisper. “Gray, please.”

He lifts his head and smirks at me. “I love the way you say that.”

And then he’s touching me, his fingers spearing inside me in one hard thrust, his thumb rubbing my clit.

I cry out, lifting my hips, though I’m not sure if it’s to demand more or to try to escape the sudden intensity of his touch.

“That what you need, baby?”

I can’t even form the words to respond.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispers. “I need it too.”

Reaching for him, I bring his face to mine, and he groans into my mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. Then he’s rising up over me, my hands trailing down his torso as he yanks his shirt off and shoves his pants down. He fishes a condom out of his pocket—but not from his wallet—rips open the package and rolls it on in one swift motion.

He settles between my spread thighs, propping himself up with his arm on the back of the couch and rubbing the head of his dick all over my needy pussy. “I was gonna do this in the bed,” he says, his eyes never leaving what he’s doing to me.

“Next time.”

He lines himself up and sinks inside me. “Fucking right there’s gonna be a next time.” He pulls almost all the way out and drives into me again. “And a time after that. And a time after that.”

Leaning down, he kisses me, pumping into me slowly but fiercely, like he’s using each thrust to drive home his point. “I’m not gonna be done with you for a long time,” he mutters against my mouth. “Maybe ever.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Gray

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” I whisper to Tiffany for probably the fiftieth time since I picked her up for dinner with my parents. I give her hand a squeeze before knocking on my parents’ front door and letting us in. “Mom? Dad? We’re here,” I call as I push it open.

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