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Juliette didn’t move away from me as I pushed her up against the wall in the living room. My hands scaled her body until my fingers were fisted in her hair. Her lips parted as my tongue slid along the seam of her mouth. She opened for me, her tongue like silk against mine. She tasted faintly of mint and I swallowed the moan that she let out as I ground my pelvis against her.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the words, babe. If not, I have no plan on stopping and I couldn’t care less about the fucking consequences of having you.”
She didn’t push me away. Instead, she slid her hands along my scalp, gripping the tousled waves as she held my face above hers.
“Don’t.”
My mouth twitched and I lightly pressed my lips to hers. “Don’t what?”
Tension hung heavily in the air between us. Her chest rose and fell with every shallow breath she took. I loved seeing her like this—like a fucking mess. A mess that I created.
“Don’t stop.”
No other words needed to be spoken. My mouth captured hers and it was suddenly a race to the bedroom, except we never even made it that far. She lifted her arms as I grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and began to haul it up her torso. We only broke apart for me to lift it over her head before doing the same with my own. I pulled her away from the wall and began backing her into the kitchen, my leg between hers, guiding her as I reached around her back to undo the strap of her bra.
Juliette stopped as she reached the island in the kitchen. I dropped her bra onto the floor and slid my hands down under her ass, lifting her into the air and setting her down on the counter. My hands drifted along the waistband of her pants just as she slipped her fingers beneath mine. I couldn’t fight back the moan as our tongues danced with one another’s.
My hands dropped down to my waist and I shoved my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs. Juliette was lifting up her ass and taking her pants off as I reached for her so I could finish the job. Taking a step away from her, I stripped her until she was completely bare.
“Your pussy is glistening,” I murmured as I tentatively ran a finger along her center. She moaned, writhing beneath my touch. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Mac,” she sighed as she leaned back and propped herself on her elbows.
“Tell me what you want, Juliette.”
She stifled another moan as I slipped a finger inside her and slowly began to push it in and out.
“You,” she said breathlessly. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” I breathed raggedly as I stared at her spread out on my kitchen counter. My arms slipped under the backs of her knees and I hauled her to the edge of the counter as I lowered myself to the floor. “I’ve spent many nights dreaming of what you taste like. I can’t wait to finally find out.”
My face dipped down between her legs, but she roughly grabbed my hair, almost as if she were going to pull my head away. She surprised me as she guided me and I smiled just before running my tongue against her. A low groan rumbled in my throat. My cock throbbed. She tasted like fucking heaven and I was going to devour her.
Juliette mumbled something unintelligible as I continued to lick her pussy, circling my tongue around her clit. My movements were deliberately slow and teasing as I fucked her with my mouth. My tongue slid along her center before flattening over her clit over and over. Her hands abandoned my hair and I looked up at her as she lay back on the counter.
I wanted this memory—this moment—cemented in my mind for the rest of eternity.
My hands slid down to grip her ass as I held her firmly in place. My fingertips dug into her flesh and I swirled my tongue around her clit again, feeling her slowly coming undone at the seams. Moans spilled from her lips as she murmured my name.
The sounds she made was all I needed to keep going. She shifted her hips, lifting them to meet me as I continued to work my tongue against her. A smirk pulled on my lips and I looked up from my position on my knees to watch as much of her body as I could as I tasted her. She was holding on, for whatever reason, almost as if she didn’t want to experience the euphoria when she finally fell over the edge.
Her legs began to shake, her hips bucking as she lifted her head from the counter and intertwined her fingers in my hair again. “Oh god, Mac,” she half moaned, half cried out. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Juliette. I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue.”
She raised her voice, my name a cry as her orgasm tore through her body. Her legs instinctively went to move together and I pinned them down, not moving away as I continued to ravage her. I was addicted to her taste, addicted to her touch.
I was irrevocably fucked.
My movements were slow as I lazily lapped at her, licking and tasting every last drop until she was fully satiated and her orgasm had begun to lull her into a state of euphoric bliss. I pulled away, standing back upright as I looked at her lying on the counter. She lifted her head and her lips parted with a ragged breath as her gaze clashed with mine. There was a pinkish tint spread across her cheeks and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
She was absolutely fucking perfect.
I could get used to this.
Raking my hands over her body, I stepped closer and positioned myself between her legs but made no move to slip inside her. Her skin was soft like silk beneath my palms and my fingertips continued to roam over the smooth planes of her flesh.
“What the hell was that?” She laughed breathlessly as she gave me a shy, innocent smile.
