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“It’s a nice ass.” He gives it a little squeeze before rubbing it again but this time my robe has shifted so that his fingers touch bare skin. He pulls the ends of my robe up and out of his way so he can press his hands flush against me. “You know what else is nice?”

I shake my head no because I don’t trust myself enough to speak. I’m afraid I’ll say something inappropriate like asking him to run those magical fingers even lower and play with me like he did yesterday. Or to say to hell with the rules we made about no sex. Or tell him I want another orgasm that only he can give me. I tried to mimic the feelings in the shower this morning but just couldn’t do it the way he did it so I gave up even trying.

“How soft you are under my fingertips, how sweet you taste, how you respond to me like it’s something you just can’t help.”

His hands are massaging my ass which in turn causes me to rise and fall on top of him, his jeans rubbing against me in the most delicious way that has my cheeks burning with the knowledge I’m getting off on this.

He nuzzles into my neck more as he yanks me even closer and a gasp is pulled from me, my head falling back so he has better access. His mouth takes full advantage of the space I’ve given him and runs up and down the column of my throat and down to tease the sensitive skin over my collarbone. And down even further.

I wasn’t aware the panels of my robe came loose until his mouth lands on one of my bare breasts and quickly runs down to my peaked nipple. His lips play over it until he engulfs it and presses it up against the roof of his mouth giving it a gentle squeeze orally. My hands jerk up to hold him, cupping the back of his head and sinking my fingers in his short hair.

“Nic…,” the sound comes out low and breathy as he starts to suck at my breasts. His hands haven’t moved off my ass, still using it to bring me closer to him. Up and down. It’s almost like I’m riding him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel good. So good. Like a little Christmas angel.”

“Nic…I’m…oh, God! I’m…”

“Are you cumming for me, baby? Are you close? Do you need me to help you? Need me to hurry so you aren’t in pain, so you don’t ache?”

“Yes. God, Nic! Yes!”

I’m on my back so fast that by the time I catch my breath, he’s spread my legs apart and his mouth is already on me. He’s licking and lapping between my lips until he finally settles on my nub at the top causing me to cry out and stiffen under him.

“Too fast?”

“No, God no!” Too fast is not why I am grabbing for anything I can reach to stabilize myself. Too fast is not what has me crying out over and over again. My hand finally lands on his head again and this time I’m the one pulling him closer. “Keep…Keep going! Don’t stop!”

“Never!” He says it without taking his mouth very far away so he can go back to licking and sucking. His tongue is both rough and soft and is driving me crazy. The liquid heat of his mouth is unbelievable and has me rising off the lounge to follow his mouth, my hips all but riding the warm, wetness as my orgasm builds higher and hotter with every swipe.

“Nic! Nic! Nic!” I rush towards the pinnacle, my body tightening and everything feeling hot and swollen, heavy and ready to break. It’s like my body is…ripening. Like the things he is doing are making it that way so…what? What is the reason I feel like this with him? Why does my body react the way I do?

Thoughts fly from my head as his tongue dips down and he presses it inside of me. In seconds my body goes from preparing to full-on climax as the muscles surrounding my entrance tighten around his invading tongue. My thighs squeeze together even though I try not to. I don’t want to hurt him but at the same time, I have very little control over my body.

“Oh my God, Nic!” The waves and pulses that wash over my body leave me limp and drained even as Nic moves us so that I am once again sitting, straddling his lap.

“Now it’s my turn, right?”

I give him a semi-sleepy look as I try to decode his words. Does he want me to give him a blowjob? It seems fair really.

But Nic has something else in mind. He reaches down between us, the knuckles on his hand brushing against my bare skin causing me to let out a small yelp. But he’s not playing with me like I first thought. He’s undoing his pants. His cock bounces out towards me, red and huge, like it’s mad it was kept pinned the entire time he was eating me. My mind goes again to blow jobs and my mouth around the girth of his cock. I subconsciously lick my lips at the idea, wanting to wrap my lips around him.

“Can I take my turn, Talia?”

Is he asking me something other than what I think we are talking about? Something deeper than either of us wants to put words to right now?

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Nic

She nods for me, but I need more. “Tell me sweet thing. Tell me I can take my turn.”

Her brows lower in a cute vee, “Yes. You can take your turn. I want you to, um, feel the way I do when you make me feel good.”

She doesn’t understand what I’m asking, or what I need, but is still willing to give it to me. I take my cock in hand and run it back and forth through the passage of her wet, warm pussy causing her to gasp out loud. Her hands come to my shoulders again and I bring her body close to me so I can rub her against my cock, using her to masturbate with.

“Oh my God! You..you’re going to cause me to cum again, aren’t you?”

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