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Big eyes, on my face, so full of trust. She nodded.

I ran my big hands down the sides of her thighs. God her skin felt so smooth, so soft. I parted her knees, opening her to me.

Her breath hitched in her throat. So did mine. She was pink and delicate and so fucking perfect, I almost lost my head. I slowly traced a finger down her pink folds. Her ribs were rising and falling as she dragged each breath into her lungs. Her thighs trembled. I slowly, gently circled the delicate bundle of nerves. Her back arched, her eyes shut as she made a noise that went straight to my cock.

I moved so my face was up against the apex of her thighs.

She lifted her head in alarm. “What?”

She looked so innocent, so fucking fuckable, I almost couldn’t take it.

Forgive me, Zoey, I just need a few moments here.

I dragged my entire tongue up her sweet wetness. Oh God, she tasted like carnal candy. I wanted to bury my face there and never come up for air. I swirled my tongue, sucking, stroking, feasting on her. She tasted like heaven and I had just died and gone to my happy place.

Her moan brought me back to reality. I lifted my head. She waspanting, eyes burning bright. A look of transfixed disbelief covered her face as she watched me.

“Tell me this is okay.”

“Keep going,” she choked out. “Don’t stop.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I drew her soft pink folds into my mouth, sucking until she jerked up against my mouth. My tongue found her bud, and I circled it, loving how my chin was rubbing into her wetness. She whimpered.

“Has anyone done this to you?” I lifted my face, looking up at her.

“No, no one,” she gasped as my tongue traced around and around her pink perfect nub.

I nuzzled deep into her. I needed, so badly, to fuck her with my mouth. I impaled her with my tongue, circling around the inside of her entrance. I realized there was a chance I would blow my load in my jeans, but in that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. I was so addicted to her taste, the noises she made, the way her narrow hips jerked up. I was relentless, plunging my tongue in and out of her. The sounds she made. Her entire body quivered. She was so close. So wet. Satin perfection. I pushed my thumb up into her, stroking, invading her, claiming her. I found her g-spot and grazed it, lifting my head to watch. Her unseeing eyes were so big, her mouth a perfect O. She was so slick, so luscious, I considered teasing her more, but I wanted, more than anything, to watch her orgasm. My invading thumb expertly stroked her and then she bucked back. She arched, quivering like a bow, and with a pitiful little scream, she came all over my hand.

It was the sexiest, most alluring thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

Her entire body went lax, except for her breath. She panted like she had run a marathon. This is where I usually ripped open my jeans and fucked my way to oblivion, but instead, I crawled up the couch, lifting her so she lay on my chest.

I did big slow circles on her back until her trembling body calmed. Her breath evened and slowed. Total post-orgasmic bliss.

Meanwhile, my cock was so rock hard, I wasn’t sure it’d ever go back to normal.

She lifted her head and her eyes danced. “My turn.”

“Your turn what?”

“I want to do that to you.”

Oh, thank fuck. “You sure?”

She pushed herself up. “You’re vibrating.”

“I’m turned on.”

“No, I mean something on you is vibrating.”

My phone. In my pocket. There was no way I would answer. I glanced at the face of my phone before tossing it on the coffee table. “It’s just my mom.”

She frowned. “You should answer.”

No way in hell. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“It’s almost midnight. Moms don’t call this late unless they really need to talk.”

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