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Her hips start to rock against my face, and I grip them to hold her still while I devour her. I'm not trying to make her come this time. I'm just enjoying myself. Enjoying her.

But she's so responsive, so sensitive, that it doesn't take much. She's climbing again, her legs starting to tremble, her whimpers getting louder.

I can't help myself. I double down, determined to see how many times I can make her come. I thrust my tongue deep and press my thumb against her clit.

She cries out, her back arching.

"That's it," I murmur against her. "Give me another one. Give me everything."

And with a few more strokes of my thumb, she does. She comes with a shudder, a fresh wave of her release spilling onto my tongue.

I lick her clean, savoring her taste.

"See?" I say, a smug smile on my face. "I told you I wasn't done with you yet."

She collapses onto the bed, completely boneless. "I'm going to need a week to recover," she mumbles into the pillow.

I laugh. "I'm sure your boss will understand."

"Oh, God," she says, her head popping up. "Don't bring him into this. What a buzzkill."

But she's laughing as she says it.

"You don't find Randall sexy?" I say, teasing her. "All that... real estate talk."

She lifts her head and looks back at me over her shoulder, all that thick black hair falling into her face. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her green eyes are dark and hazy with pleasure, and she's smiling at me.

My heart does a funny little lurch in my chest.

"No," she drawls.

"No?"

"Not a bit," she says. "Now, are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk about my boss?"

I laugh. "Well, when you put it like that..."

I can't resist. I press my palm to her lower back and glide it up her spine, feeling her shiver in response. She has the most incredible skin. I want to kiss every inch of it.

But I'll save that for another day.

For now, I have other plans. I slide my hand into the hair at the back of her head and grab a handful tightly. I pull her up until she's kneeling in front of me, her ass pressed against my cock, her back against my chest. Her head is pulled to the side so her neck is exposed, and I take her mouth in a fierce kiss.

She melts against me, her body pliant, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. I kiss her deeply, pouring all the desire I feel for her into it. I want her to taste herself on my lips. I want her to know how much I enjoyed making her come.

"Do you taste that, dolcezza?" I murmur. I dip my tongue into her mouth, tracing the seam of her lips.

"Mmm." She sighs and tries to turn around, but I don't let her. I have a point to make.

I tighten my grip on her hair and bite down on her lower lip. "That," I say, my lips brushing against hers, "is the taste of your delicious pussy."

She whimpers, and I can tell she's not sure whether she's more embarrassed or turned on. Or embarrassed by how turned on she is.

"I know you like it," I say quietly. "Don't you agree?"

"Diego," she whispers. "Please."

"Please what?" I say. I take her breast with my other hand and run my thumb over her nipple, enjoying her gasp.