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Lowering himself, he smattered her chest and round belly with kisses.Stopping just above her pelvis, he glanced up.“I want to taste you.”
Panting wildly, she gazed upon him with eyes blazing in desire.“Please,” she whispered.
That was all the permission he required.With a deep inhale of the delicious musky scent of her arousal, he yanked her panties down and appreciated the woman splayed out before him.
Her pussy was plump, slick, glistening with her arousal, and bald.His mouth watered at the view, and his cock strained painfully, begging for release.
Not yet.
Using his index finger, he traced her outer folds up and down, back and forth, before he slid two fingers inside her heat.Moaning, she bucked her hips and slapped at the thin cushion.She was so damn sexy.
Lowering himself, he kept his gaze on her face as best he could while he spread her open with one hand, pumped his fingers in and out of her with the other, and flicked his tongue against her clit.Marissa looked and tasted divine.
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Marissa
Bitingherlowerlipdid nothing.Marissa couldn’t keep her moans and cries from escaping her.She writhed on the chair while Beau absolutely devoured her.Her inhibitions evaporated with the strokes of his tongue.The hunger in his eyes when he said he wanted to taste her obliterated any sense of insecurity she had.This man yearned forher—heneededher—and who was she to deny him?
Sure, they were out in the open, but no one else was around.The shade of the chair offered some sort of privacy.It wasn’t like he threw her down on the table in the dining room and ate her out.
This was the adult section of the pool decks.So, it wasn’t like any kids would come wandering by.Not to mention the hour.The boat was a ghost town.They were essentially secluded.
When he curled his fingers upward and grazed his teeth along her clit, every thought left Marissa’s brain.She hissed and bucked against his face, desperate for the release his talented mouth and fingers promised.Squeezing her eyes shut, she could feel the edge of her orgasm taunting her.
So close.
Panting wildly, she thrashed the moment he sank a third finger inside her.
“I want you to come on my fingers,” he said breathlessly.“I want to taste your pleasure.”
Holy hell.He alternated between hard, deep strokes of his fingers to slow, sensual drags where he wriggled his digits as though exploring her channel.
When her hips jerked and her breath hitched, he stilled and pulled away.
“Is that your spot?”he teased, pressing his thumb against her clit.
Whimpering, she bit her lower lip and nodded.Words wouldn’t formulate.Her brain had shut down.Her sole focus was on her pussy and his attentions.
Twirling his fingers, he stroked her insides, and she whimpered.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered.“I want to watch you come for me.”
He moved his thumb back and forth, and jolts of pleasure pulsed through her.Lingering on the edge of a cliff, Marissa’s toes curled.Her muscles tightened, and she could feel it.Right there.Almost.One more push, one more—
Beau brought his mouth back down and licked the length of her pussy around his fingers, and she came undone.The breath left her lungs as she cried out his name.Shuddering beneath him, she fell into the magical abyss of an orgasm.Marissa squeezed her thighs against his head, trapping him in place.A kaleidoscope of fireworks went off behind her eyes as he lapped and sucked at her pussy, drawing out the pleasure that much more.
Relaxing into the chair, Marissa went limp.Releasing him from the vise that was her legs, she sighed, her heart racing, struggling to catch her breath.She hadn’t realized just how much she needed an earth-shattering orgasm, but apparently that desire was pretty bad.
Lazily, she glanced down as he sat back on his heels, locked eyes with her, and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her wetness off them.The pride and feral hedonism in his eyes had her cheeks blooming with heat.Flutters flurried in her gut and her chest.Why was that a turn-on?
He moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.“You’re the best meal on this boat.”
“Oh my God.”She twisted and covered her face.
Chuckling, he scooted beside her.“What?”
“Yousaidthat.”She peeked at him from between splayed fingers.“Like out loud—with your outside voice.”
