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This kiss doesn’t spiral into something frenzied. It simmers.
By the time I pull back, we’re both breathing harder. “Hungry?” I ask, nodding toward the wine.
She shakes her head. “I’m good right here.”
I tug her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Good. Because this time, I want to take my time with you.”
Her eyes darken, and I feel the tension shift again. That pulse between us building, but underneath it now, there’s something that feels an awful lot like trust.
She touches my face, just lightly. “Then start slow, QB.”
I guide her to the couch, and we fall into each other like gravity’s been pulling us closer for years. Only this time, we’re not fighting it.
I grab the bottom of her dress and peel it off slowly, as my eyes devour every inch of her skin. She’s stunning. Every curve, every inch of soft golden skin, every inch of that hard-earned control she tries to keep over me.
Her bra hits the floor next. Then my shirt. Her hands slide across my chest, fingertips trailing over every line of muscle like she’s mapping me out, too.
“You’ve got the perfect body,” she says, biting her lip.
“You’re just noticing?”
She rolls her eyes, but stops quickly when I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, kissing her all the way there.
I sit her on the bed and step back, unbuttoning my jeans. She’s watching me like I’m the one on stage.
This time, we aren’t going to rush.
This time, we’ll get to know each other’s bodies.
My jeans hit the floor, and I step closer, removing my boxers as I do.
She swallows roughly, taking me in. My hard dick jets out in front of me, and I grin when her eyes snap up to mine.
“Damn, QB, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
I chuckle, grabbing my cock and pumping slowly as I move until my legs are touching hers. “This is what you do to me. This is what you’ve always done to me.”
Her eyes soften as I drop to my knees. I slide my hands up her soft thighs and hook my fingers into her black lace panties. My eyes lift to hers, seeking permission without words. She givesa subtle nod, and I slowly pull her panties off, tossing them behind me.
“Fuck, Nova. You’re goddamn perfection.” I push her legs wide, and as my fingers dig into her thighs, my thumb brushes against her pussy. Her very wet pussy. I lick my lips as I pull my eyes away from the view that I will forever fantasize about and lock my eyes with hers. “And this is what I do to you.”
She bites her lip, nodding as her hands run up my arms. “It is what you do to me. I just haven’t decided if I love it or hate it.”
I press a few soft kisses on her inner thighs and peek up at her. “You’re gonna love it. I fucking promise you that.” I kiss along her thighs until I’m right at her pussy. Right where I want, no, right where I need to be. “You can watch, which would be fucking hot, but either way, I’m going to see what heaven tastes like finally.”
I don’t give her time to decide. My tongue drags up her wet pussy, and her taste is nothing like I imagined. It’s so much better. It’s fucking addictive. It’s something I know I will forever crave.
My fingers dig into her soft thighs as my mouth devours her like the treat she is.
My lips move against her while I suck, nip, and lick.
“Oh yes,” she moans, sinking her fingers into my hair and pulling.
I peek up and see she’s still sitting up, watching. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
It only spurs me on.
My tongue circles her clit, and I unleash on it. Hard. Fast. Frantic.
