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A flash.

There and gone until my body, my mind, my heart are solely focused on him.

On us.

Lips melding like they’re one. All the hard of his body pressed to all the soft parts of mine. His fingers digging into my flesh, his scent surrounding me, his quiet groan vibrating across my tongue, skating over my breasts, fluttering across my belly, slipping between my thighs.

No.

That’s not a groan slipping between my legs.

It’s…his hand.

Sliding over my belly, dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings, my underwear.

Dancing over the thatch of short curls.

Parting slick folds and?—

I gasp as he circles my clit, thighs clenching tightly around his waist, pelvis jerking, moan tumbling out of my mouth.

Because it’s not just a circle, not just a teasing brush of touch.

He presses against that bundle of nerves, firmly, confidently, exactly as he knows I like it.

And then his thumb takes over on my clit, the rest of his fingers sliding down, one thick digit slipping inside.

“Oh!” I gasp, hips bucking. “Stef?—”

But I don’t finish rasping out his name because then his lips are back on mine and another finger is dipping into me, stretching me, the slight burn the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

And already…it’s building.

Flames of desire flickering between my thighs, catching fire in my stomach, beading my nipples into hard points that brush against my bra and send me shivering.

All the while, he’s playing my body like an instrument, coiling pleasure in my clit, sending it out in wave after wave through my pussy, my thighs, my breasts…kissing me until I can’t see straight, until I’m not certain I can draw in another breath, until one more touch is going to shatter me into a million pieces.

Only then does he slowly slide his lips from mine.

“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs and I realize my eyes have slid shut. “Brit, sweetheart, let me see you.”

“I’m close,” I whisper, flutters beginning in my pussy, convulsing around his fingers.

“I know,” he says softly before command slides into every syllable of his next words. “Let me see you, baby.”

I shudder when he presses hard at my clit, spine arching, head dropping back, a long moan escaping. “Stefan?—”

Another press and I swear that my brain shuts down.

“Let. Me. See. You.”

I’m a trembling mess. I can’t feel my feet. My skin is too tight for my body. My mind is a haze of need and desire and?—

“Brit.”

My lids peel back, eyes hitting the blazing blue of his.

“Come for me, baby,” he orders softly.

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