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“No!”
“No?”
“We can’t! Nessa—”
“Nessa will never find out. Let me have one more taste of you, sunshine. Give me your light one more time before you make me let you go.” Okay, that hits a little harder. He doesn’t stop kissing me, moving down to circle my bellybutton with his tongue.
“James!” I find the strength to plunge my fingers into his hair and pull his head up to look at me. “Nessa is coming over. In just over an hour,” I say, letting my sadness come through a little bit.
“All I’m hearing is that I have an hour to make you come.” He looks at me devilishly, his fingertips tracing the edge of my shorts. My thighs tremble in anticipation as memories from last night filter through my mind.
He drags down my sleep shorts, kissing each piece of exposed skin until I can kick them off my ankle, leaving me in my plain, black, bikini cut underwear. I can only hope it’s covering the very noticeable damp spot growing there. Until he drags his nose across them, inhaling deeply. That should not be as sexy as it is, but it only builds my arousal where it pools in my belly.
I did not take the time to appreciate this yesterday. Now, every touch he places on me is catalogued deep in the recesses of my brain. How he makes me feel so treasured and sensual, the way the pads of his thumbs are rough where they rub against my hips bones.
“All this for me, sunshine?” he says as he draws his finger over my clit before tucking it under my underwear. My hips fly off the bed as he smooths over the outside of me, collecting my wetness before drawing his finger out to suck it off.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I admit before I can consider what this will mean to him.
“Fuck, Stella, I love that I’m stuck in your mind. Mmmm… you just woke up, sunshine. You dreamed of me?” he asks, knowing the answer. I nod, whimpering. “Sorry, what was that?”
“Stop asking stupid questions!” I growl, desperate for him to get on with it. “Ouch!” I shriek as he bites the inside of my thigh, a fresh rush of arousal sweeping through me.
“Brat,” he says, grinning up at me from between my legs. He laughs as I glare at him while he pulls off my underwear, baring all of me to him.
Last night I couldn’t see what he was doing, and the sight of him as he parts me with his thumb makes my eyes roll back in my head. He wastes no time diving in, sliding his hands under my ass to tilt me, opening me up to him and allowing better access.
If he weren’t holding me down, I would have flown off the bed at the first lick. His groans vibrate through me as he seals his mouth against my sex, his tongue making expert flicks and strokes, driving me further and further towards my orgasm. My thighs clench on his head when he latches onto the sensitive nub at my apex andsucks. He has a full hour and he’s going at me like he only has a minute. I’m helpless to stop it, my bones turning liquid, melting under him and his steady assault.
My lower body jerks through a quick climax, my body already primed from incessant dreams of this weekend. I pat his head to let him know he’s done, dragging in a lungful of air, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he holds me more resolutely against him, never breaking the connection of his mouth on my core. He grins at me savagely from between my thighs. I can practically hear what’s going through his head right now.
Another.
I don’t have it in me. I’m already a quivering mess, but he’s determined.
He’s relentless, his bruising grip and its pinch of pain only adding to the building pressure inside me. He manages to reach up and grab my breast, massaging it in his grip and I gasp. He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die like this, and I am totally finewith it. I’m hovering, right at the precipice, aching for relief as I undulate my pelvis against his face, smearing my arousal on him. I’m gripping his hair, hanging on for dear life.
When I look down at him, his dark expression is determined. He holds my gaze, watching me whimper and writhe, before a slash of pain rips between my legs.
That asshole bit me!My thoughts come out as a wordless shriek when he bites my clit, throwing me off the cliff as relief and elation course through my veins. I come down, trembling and sweating, my chest heaving.
James sits back on his heels, looking smug as ever, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“And with fifteen minutes to spare,” he says, and I want to sass him. Instead, he leans down to kiss me again, licking into my mouth. The taste of myself on his tongue is heady as I drink it in. He rests his forehead against mine when he pulls away.
“That’s how I wanted to say goodbye, sunshine.” A tiny stab goes through my heart. I try to ignore it.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wait for it.”
“Nothing to apologize for, sweetheart.” He kisses me soundly once more before moving off the bed towards the door again, grabbing his coat. His pants are still impressively tented, but when I look at the time, I know that ours is up.
I grab my (his) hoodie, which thankfully goes halfway down my thighs, and walk to the door as he finishes lacing his boots. He stands, cradling my face.
“You’re the best. Truly.” I don’t know how to answer, so I yank him down for one last kiss, him smiling into my mouth. “Fuuuuck, sunshine. Are you sure I can’t have you? Just one more time?”
“Ten years, stud.”
“Is that how long you’re going to make me wait?”
