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She was giggling when we collapsed onto the bed.

Kneeling over her, I unwrapped the towel, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

She lay there, naked, hair wet, her lips pouty from my kisses.

I moved up the bed and dropped beside her.

We lay side by side and stared at each other.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

I captured her mouth with mine and rested my hand on her waist. We kissed until she was restlessly moving. She lifted her head. “Can we do more than kiss?”

I laughed. Fuck I felt so damn happy. “I was taking it slow.”

CHAPTER 36

ZOEY

“I want more.”My body felt restless and greedy.

Ryan lifted his head and trailed his fingers lightly over my stomach before he traced them down one of my thighs. “I can give you more.”

He moved so that his mouth covered mine. A gasp escaped out of me, when his fingers slid between my legs.

“Yes,” I moaned as his fingers lightly teased my most sensitive parts. It made my head spin.

I felt his lips smile against mine. “You like that?”

“So much.”

“I need a taste of that sweet pussy,” he moved to kneel between my legs and his big hands gently parted my thighs. I blushed as his blue eyes travelled over my nakedness.

“You’re perfection,” he moved to position his face between my legs.

I wanted this next part so bad but I felt self-conscious. How could he possibly like doing that? I lifted my head. “We can skip this part, if you want.”

His eyes lifted to mine. “There is no chance in hell I want to skip this part.”

“Are you sure?” I asked nervously.

He responded by burying his mouth between my legs. His mouth, so warm and wet, covered me. So many sensations flooded my brain, I almost couldn’t process them. His tongue was madness. Teasing and tormenting me to dizzying heights.

My hips began to buck up. His arms imprisoned my legs, holding me still. He sucked, licked and nibbled at me, driving me towards my release. Every time I got close, he would shift gears, never letting me quite get where my body wanted to go. It was a delicious torture.

“Please, Ryan,” I panted. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” His fingers got in on the action, driving me to new euphoric heights. “I want to hear you say it.”

My entire back arched as he pushed me to a new level of pleasure. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you want to come.”

A cry escaped out of my throat as his fingers rubbed against something so intense, so beautiful inside of me, I swear I could see stars.

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