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“Allow me to be the first.” I lower my mouth to whisper in her ear. “You have a smart fucking mouth.” I tighten my grip slightly around her throat and she lets out a harsh breath. Her back arches and her chest presses into mine.
This feels like more than what it’s meant to be. This doesn’t feel like getting it out of our systems. This feels like taking a hit of something I’ll be addicted to for the rest of my life.
I slide myself down her body and off the bed. I loop my fingers into the waistband of her panties and she lifts her hips for me to peel them off her.
She’s bare in front of me and there’s a well-groomed layer of hair over her.
Fuck me. Everything about her is alluring, downright addicting.
“Goddamn, Kat. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I gush, planting a kiss by her knee. I place another on her inner thigh, nipping her with my teeth.
I’m not offering niceties. I’m not telling her what I think she wants to hear. Her pussy is genuinely the prettiest I’ve ever laid eyes on.
She sucks a harsh breath between her teeth. “Shut up,” she gasps.
“I’m just being honest.” I kiss all the way up her thighuntil I’m only inches from her pussy. I can see her glistening in the dim flickering lights.
I dip my head between her thighs and lick one long stripe along her slit. She throws her head back with a loud cry. Instantly, I’m doing equations in my head trying not to have a repeat of what happened in the tent.
“Honey, you taste like honey,” I praise, looking up at her. I lick her off of my lips, eyes burning into hers. There’s a deep blush spread across her cheeks. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you laid out for me like this and having a taste.”
I lower my head back between her thighs and bury my face into her center. It’s everything I fantasized about it being and more. She’s perfect and she tastes damn perfect, too.
I keep working my tongue between her legs and she continues crying out and tugging on my hair. I’m so hard it hurts, but all I can think about is the way she tastes and whines.
I slide a finger through the wetness of her folds before slipping it inside. Her back arches off of the bed again. When I slide it back out, I add a second. And that’s what sends her soaring toward the edge of oblivion.
“Shit. I’m close already,” she pants out. A low chuckle vibrates out of me.
“Come for me. If you come for me, you can have my cock,” I coax her. When I say it, she clenches around my fingers. I curl the pads of my fingers to the spot that makes her whole body tremble.
It only takes a handful of thrusts from my fingers for her to come apart for me. Mouth popped open, thighs squeezing my head, and my personal favorite—her crying out my name over and over again.
I climb up from my knees and join her on the mattress. She’s panting, chest heaving, and cheeks burning red.
“Open,” I instruct, tapping the pads of my wet fingers on her bottom lip. She doesn’t hesitate for a single second. She parts her lips for me, welcoming my fingers.
“Taste yourself.” I slide the pads of my fingers against her tongue and her eyes snap shut in a moment of pure ecstasy.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she agrees.
“How are you? Do you want to keep going? I ask, checking in. She gives me an enthusiastic nod.
“I’m good. I want to keep going,” she assures me, placing one gentle kiss on my lips. I know I’ve met my match when she leans back an inch and licks her own juices from my lips.
Chapter 21
Katherine
My tongue dartsout and swipes at his lips. Ares’ eyes narrow at me, smoldering. He crashes his lips into mine. There is no battle for control, it’s given to him without question.
I’ve never been in a place in my life where I was so comfortable with someone else leading. In every sense, I trust him to take the reins. It scares me, but in a way that has me addicted to the adrenaline rush.
We’re laying on our sides, facing each other and making out. I’ve got nothing but a dress on and he’s fully clothed. I tug at the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off.”
