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I turned my head so that I could kiss him. My lower body was still trembling, and my upper body was immobilized so all I could do was press my tongue against his. I wasn’t just under his control; I was under his spell.

“It’s your turn,” I murmured as he let my arm go.

“Not yet…” He kissed me furiously as he wrapped his hand around my neck. “It’s all about you tonight.”

“Kwame,” I argued feebly.

He squeezed my throat and then kissed down my chest. I pulled the top of my dress down as he reached the fabric. At the first sign of my nipple, he wrapped his lips around each protruding peak. He licked and sucked each of them, alternating back and forth as he pushed my legs open further.

“That feels so good,” I sighed as he captured a nipple between his teeth and bit softly. “Yes…”

Kneading my breasts, he sucked my nipples until I felt that pull deep in my gut. As if he knew, he lowered himself so he could hook my legs onto his forearms and pull me to the edge of the couch.

“Oh!” I yelped.

Dragging his lips along the inside of my thighs, he oscillated between the left one and the right one until he was face-to-face with my hot flesh.

“What do you want?” Kwame asked, his breath tickling my skin.

My heart was beating so loudly as I stared at his gorgeous face between my legs. It was surreal to see him in such an intimate position. I’d fantasized about being with him. But nothing compared to the real thing. I was at a loss for words.

Getting closer so his lips brushed across the hood of my clit with every word, he repeated, “What do you want?”

I inhaled sharply as electricity shot through me. “I-I want you to eat me until I cum on your tongue.”

His eyes seemed to darken as my words hit him. The intensity in his gaze caused me to grab the arm of the couch.

“Fuck,” he growled before running his tongue along my slit. “You taste as good as you look.”

“Taste me again,” I begged.

Without wasting any time, he flattened his tongue and licked every inch of me a few times before he stopped at my little bundle of nerves.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, aching for him to keep doing what he was doing.

His tongue swirled in a circle around my clit before deliberately flicking his tongue.

My hands found the back of his head and my hips bucked against his face. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”

When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked my clit and I got even louder. When he slowly slid two fingers inside me, he moaned right along with me.

I tried to continue watching him take care of me, but it felt too good to keep my eyes open. His finger curled upward into my g-spot as he continued his expert assault on my clit.

I was panting.

The tension he created was mounting fast. My breathing was labored, my skin was on fire, and my heart was racing. Every time I looked at him buried between my legs, I lurched closer to my impending orgasm. With the sound of my wetness echoing in the air, and the expert nature of his touch, I was in sensory overload.

My hips moved uncontrollably to meet the movements of his tongue and fingers. "Oh my God, Kwame…" I gasped, closing my eyes.

I could feel myself getting close.

He knew it too because he flicked his tongue backward and forward across my sensitive clit as he suctioned his lips around it. I tried to steady myself. I wasn’t trying to force his face into me, but my hands held his head as I lost control of my hips. A wave of heat washed over me as I started my descent into ecstasy.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” I moaned as my entire body shuddered. I froze momentarily but since he never stopped flicking his tongue, my legs started quivering all over again.

It took a minute, but my body finally calmed down.

Kwame motherfucking Mitchell!

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