Page 91 of A Dream for Daphne

He all but shouted out her name, so she did it again, her mouth going down further on him as she was squeezing and twisting so that her palm was rotating.

“Daphne,” he said. “You need to stop.”

She didn’t. She kept doing it until he started to come.

She swallowed quickly and realized it wasn’t all that unpleasant, did it again until there wasn’t much left, then removed her mouth but was gently stroking him.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and looked at his face to see how relaxed he was right then.

“You okay?” she asked. “You’re going to fall asleep on me, aren’t you?”

“No,” he said. “I’m taking inventory of my body. I need to make sure my legs will support me when I try to stand up and grab you.”

“You don’t need to grab me,” she said and then sat next to him. “Here I am.”

He turned his head and looked into her eyes. She saw the arousal still but a relaxed one for the moment.

“Drop your shorts,” he said. “Kick them away. You can get a cold ass on leather because I’m feeling it now. I don’t care if my limbs don’t work, my mouth does.”

She laughed and did as he said. She still had her bra on and decided to keep it since he hadn’t said anything else.

This was his turn, and since she controlled hers, she was going to let him do the same.

He slid off the couch to the floor and adjusted his shorts and underwear, but didn’t button and zip them up.

She didn’t care.

All she cared about was that his dark head was between her legs and his arms went under her hamstrings and lifted her up at an angle.

She was leaning back on the couch completely at his mercy while his mouth lowered to her dewy skin.

Rather than dive in as he had before, he kissed around her inner thighs, teasing her as he liked to do.

To the point she growled at him.

It was enough for him to get the point and then give her what she wanted.

He wasn’t doing much more than placing gentle kisses around her lips though. Then inside some, on top of her swollen bud and higher.

“Abe,” she said. “I didn’t tease you like this.”

“Oh, yes, you did,” he said. But he did start to tap at her bud with his tongue now. It was something, but not enough.

She didn’t want to sound needy, but damn it all, sheneededmore.

She’d have to be patient because he always gave her what she wanted in the end.

As her body was squirming on the couch as best as it could, because he had her legs all but up on his shoulders now, he finally dove in for some more action.

He was licking her as if she was salt on his hand before he downed the tequila and sucked the lime. He was trying to get it all as fast as he could to feel that buzz.

But she was the one starting to feel it.

Keep going, she wanted to say, but she was too busy holding onto the feelings building in her body.

She was already worked up from what she’d done to him so it’s not like he was going to have to do much work for her to get there.

She was just about to tell him that when his lips landed on the golden ticket.

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