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She smells likemine.

I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, taking my time, teasing her, feeling the way she arches against me, desperate for more. She whimpers, and that sound? That sound does things to me. The vibration of it against my lips sends heat coiling through my body.

"Cal,"she breathes.

I hum against her skin, nipping, licking, kissing, working my way lower, pushing up the hem of my shirt that she's wearing, exposing more of her skin. I run my tongue down the valley of her breasts, over her ribs, to the curve of her stomach. Her skin tastes faintly sweet.

She's so soft, so perfect, and I want to devour her. I grip her thighs, spreading them apart, and she gasps, her fingers fisting in the sheets. The fabric bunches beneath her grip.

"You're so fucking perfect," I murmur against her skin, dragging my mouth over her hip, over the sensitive spot at the crease of her thigh.

She shudders, her legs trembling around me. I press a kiss there.

Slow. Gentle.

Her breath shakes.

"Cal..."

I chuckle, my grip tightening, holding her open for me. Her arousal fills my senses, making my mouth water.

"So desperate," I murmur.

She whines, and I fucking love that sound. I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, slow, teasing, tracing light circles over the fabric of her panties. The lace is damp beneath my touch. "Want me to touch you, pretty girl?"

She nods frantically, her hips arching, seeking more.

I don't give it to her.

Not yet.

I pull back slightly, watching her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of my shirt.

"Tell me how much you want it."

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't hesitate.

"More than anything."

Fuck.

That's all it takes.

I slide my fingers under her panties, feeling how drenched she is, and a groan rips from my chest. "So wet for me," I murmur.

She gasps as I press my thumb against her clit, circling it, teasing, feeling the way she shakes beneath me. Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more pressure.

I love this.

Love making her fall apart.

Love knowing she's mine to ruin.

I grip her tighter, holding her down.

She's so fucking sensitive.

Shegrabs my wrist.