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“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” His mouth was on her as soon as his whispered words stopped.
Nina gasped and shook with the power of his tongue against her clit. Her hips rose to meet his face, and he growled in approval. His finger pumped into her, a second one quickly joining the first, and Nina stopped thinking about what came after. Tonight was all about Zeke.
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WatchingNina orgasm was the second best thing in the world. The best was knowing he was the one to bring her there. To have his name fall from her lips, to taste her on his tongue, to hear her beg for more.
He was more than happy to do exactly what she wanted. Her first orgasm rolled through her with a shiver and a tightening, but he knew the second one would open her up in a new way. He pressed a third finger into her channel and lashed at her clit with his tongue, just the way she liked it.
For years he wondered what would do it for her. Friction, suction, hard and fast or slow and deep. Finding out exactly how to take her from dripping wet to gushing and beyond was a perverse joy Zeke couldn’t get enough of. She was what he couldn’t get enough of.
“Zeke,” she whispered, her hand reaching for him.
He kept his tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her and took her hand with his free one. He brought her fingers to her clit, letting her feel the way he licked her. Giving her access to her body to add to the pleasure he gave her.
“So good. Zeke. So good.”
Zeke groaned in agreement and licked her fingers. He alternated between her fingers and her clit until she shuddered and tightened around his fingers. He sucked hard on her clit, trapping her fingers in his mouth until she came with a shout.
“Oh, God, yes. Zeke. Yes. Oh, shit, so good.”
His dick pulsed with desire, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He knew there was more from her. He was crazy for it. For her. He nipped at her fingers and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, curling his fingers inside her.
She was already at the edge and didn’t fight it, falling quickly and freely into another orgasm. Her shout was louder. Her tremors were harder. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from going with her, pumping his fingers into her as she bucked his face away. He chased her, licking her again and sending her into another orgasm before the last one finished.
“Oh, shit. Zeke. Zeke. No more. I can’t. Oh my God. I need you.”
Zeke withdrew immediately. He looked over the hills of her body at the flush of her skin, the rosy pink of her nipples, the freckles scattered all over her. He memorized all of it, praying he didn’t have to relive it only from memory going forward.
“Come here. Please, Zeke. I want you. Please.”
He rose, leaning over her and kissing her hard, plunging his tongue between her eager lips and letting her taste herself on him. She groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his body on top of hers and whimpering.
“What do you want, angel?” he whispered against her ear.
“You, Zeke. I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me.”
“You say stop, I stop, angel. No matter what, you’re in charge here. Okay?”
“Don’t stop, Zeke. Love me.”
“Always, angel. Always.” He choked back the declaration and extracted himself from her arms. He tore his clothes off, not caring where they fell as long as he was inside her as soon as possible. He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside his bed and offered it to her.
She’d moved to rest her head on a pillow, her eyes locked on him as he stripped. She took the condom and licked her lips, leaning toward him and taking his dick into her mouth.
“Fuck. Nina.”
She moaned around his cock, dragging her tongue up the underside of him.
He jerked, her mouth feeling too fucking good. “Sorry, angel. Fuck.”
She groaned and deep-throated him once more, making a noise in her throat when he hit the back, and he swore.
“This is going to be over too soon if you keep doing that,” he growled.
She released him, kissing the tip of his leaking cock, then rolled the condom down his length. She laid back, pulling him with her and guiding him between her legs.
He stared at her, spread out on his bed, her red hair scattered all over his pillow, her wetness soaking his sheets. Never in his life did he hope he would live the moment. He dreamed of it, he prayed for it, but he never let himself hope it could be real.
