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The buckle in my holster broke. She lifts her dress to show me.
I take the opportunity to bunch it at her waist. “Shame,” I murmur without a hint of empathy while the flimsy white lace of her panties snaps between my hands.
“Nico! They’re less than fifty yards away.” She’s staring at the bulge in my pants and subtly biting her lip. Yeah, she’s just as ravenous.
“There were people fucking out in the open at your father’s ‘house.’ I think this is modest in comparison.”
She laughs. “You do know my father doesn’t actually live at the clubhouse. right?”
“Not interested in talking about your father right now.” I bury my face in the fragrant skin of her neck.
“You’re the one who brought him up,” she tilts her head back to give me more access, then moans as my fingers trail up her thigh and into her slick folds.
“I’ve missed you so much, Nico.”
“I know,” I grab hold of her and lift her up onto the marble vanity, drop to my knees, then shove her thighs open. I pause for just a moment, taking in the sight of her glistening slit. I breathe her in; her scent is soft and feminine, and it makes my mouth water.
And then I delve in like a man starving, parting her lips with my thumbs and licking her slippery folds from bottom to top, right up to her clit. When I flick my tongue over it, she gasps and threads her fingers through my hair.
“My God, Nico.”
I flick her clit again and again, and when her gasps turn to quiet whimpers, I slide a finger into her, gliding against her G-spot.
Her fingers curl, and she gets louder, but she stifles them as best she can against her shoulder.
This just got even more interesting.
“Quiet, fiammetta.” I lean away just long enough to meet her eyes to let her know I’m serious. I want to see how she’ll react when all that tension building in her body has nowhere to go, no way to escape through moans and cries.
I delve back in, working her over with two fingers while I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
She opens her mouth but slams it shut before any sounds can escape, and then she clenches her teeth together like she’s fighting it back.
I finger her faster and flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, over and over again. My cock is so hard it hurts, but it’s worth it to see the flush in her cheeks spread lower, right down to her cleavage. Her fingers grip harder, pulling on my hair now, even as her palms press me closer, urging me onward.
I finger-fuck her faster. Harder.
She squeezes her eyes shut as tiny, desperate sounds climb up her throat, barely escaping. She’s close.
She slams a hand on the vanity as her thighs begin to shake “Oh God. Ah, Nico. Fuck!” A cry escapes her, but she covers her mouth with her other hand.
I suck her clit into my mouth once again as I turn to short, quick strokes inside her, keeping in near-constant contact with her G-spot. I feel the moment the orgasm tears through her.
She throws her head back as her pussy clamps down hard around my finger, and her hips writhe and jolt through her near-silent orgasm as a burst of wetness coats my hand.
The moment her orgasm subsides, I stand up and grab hold of the bunched hem of her dress as I go. I don’t want part of her; I want all of her. Naked. Exposed. Mine.
But as I tug her dress up over her bra-clad breasts, I catch sight of something that wasn’t there three days ago. I yank the dress off her the rest of the way and unclasp the front hook of her bra.
There’s a tattoo on her chest. The vine across her left ribs now winds its way upward between her breasts and ends in a black and red rose. This rose is neither entirely natural nor metallic-looking, but an artistic composition of both. It’s different from the rest of the moonflowers.
I graze my fingers up the vine and over the rose gently, careful because the ink is clearly fresh, the skin around it reddened.
There’s a meaning behind the new tattoo, but what? Why now?
When I look down at her, she bites her lips, looking momentarily uncomfortable.
“My flowers are people, Nico,” she says.
