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"I'm okay too, Mesa," she says so softly, I feel it more than hear the words.
Then her mouth is greedy against mine, angling toward me for more.
Bringing my hand up to brush the thick waves of her hair away from where they've fallen around her face, I wrap those soft locks in my fingers and hold her hostage to my kiss as I claim her mouth with mine.
A soft whimper makes it way out of her as I lay us down together, softly kissing my way down her throat and moving lower, till I'm sucking her hardened nipples through the material of her shirt.
Robin clutches at my shoulders, yanking my tee up and over my head while I fumble to get through her buttons without tearing the fabric that stands between me and the full breasts beneath it.
Her blouse gives way in my impatient hands with a tearing sound. My hands push under her bra while Robin twists to help me release her heavy tits while I knead the soft flesh in my palms.
What started as tender and slow has ignited into a burning need to claim this woman again. To have my cock encased in her wet heat while I lose myself inside her.
"Stop," I command when she begins to shimmy those thick hips in an effort to move higher toward the headboard. "Stay put."
9
ROBIN
Mesa slides further down till he's kneeling on the floor, between my knees where my legs are hanging over the edge of the bed.
"Lie down, Angel," he orders when I try to sit up. "Let me take care of you, baby."
He unzips my jeans and pulls them all the way off. Then he uses those big, callused hands to grip my body and pull me toward him, wedging his broad shoulders under my thighs to position himself close to my core.
"I love this," he whispers reverently as he draws finger against the gusset of my panties where I know the material is already soaked through with my desire.
He hooks his fingers into the elastic over my hips, but before he bares me completely, he presses his face to the wet fabric and inhales.
"Love the way you get so fucking wet for me before I even touch you, angel."
And then I'm exposed to him and his mouth is working against my sex, drawing his tongue between my folds while he holds my hips in place so I'm at his mercy while he fucks me with his mouth like he's trying to prove a point.
If that point is to show me just how well he's learned to make me come, he makes it with several exclamation points when I'm suddenly breaking apart in a stuttering rush of stars and glitter with my ankles clasped behind his neck and the bed sheets fisted in my hands at my sides.
It seems like it takes forever before my body stops shuddering with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Or maybe it's because Mesa continues to swirl his tongue in soft circles around my sensitive clit, seeming to enjoy the way it makes me jump and squirm each time he does it.
"Up."
He slaps the side of my thigh with his hand, hard enough to make it clear that we aren't done.
"Spin around. Hands and knees for me, Angel."
Like he expects me to argue, Mesa pulls me onto my feet for a moment before spinning me by the waist and half lifting, half pushing me back onto the mattress.
A firm hand on the small of my back guides me onto all fours.
"Fuck, Angel." Mesa's hand runs down my spine, making me shiver, then over my ass, squeezing appreciatively before slapping at me lightly. It's still enough to make me whimper at the contact and if Mesa didn't look so fucking turned on when I glance back at him, I'd feel embarrassed.
"I can't believe I haven't gotten you in front of me like this before."
His voice is a dark growl, his eyes fixated on my body, bent over and presented to him like I'm begging for him to take me.
Maybe I am.
Heat courses through me and I feel it leak from my core, open where I know he can see.
Mesa presses his fingers there, coating them in my essence before sliding two thick digits past my weeping entrance.
