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Anything she wants. I pull out and turn her over, unfastening her bra. I take my shirt off and kick my pants to the floor, climbing onto the bed with her. She gasps as our naked skin melds together, her back against my front. I slide my hand up to cradle her right breast.

Her head falls back and her spine arches. “God, you feel so good,” she moans.

“Yeah?”

I want her to tell me that; I’ve never been into it before, but from her lips, it’s so damn sweet.

“Just big and hard,” she breathes, lashes fluttering.

I wet my finger and circle her nipple. It tightens.

“I’m glad I can be big and hard for you,” I murmur.

“Oh, I know you’re eating this up.”

“Not as much as I’d like to eat you up,” I counter.

There’s a short silence. I’d really, really like to get my head between her legs. We didn’t do that the first time, and I regret it so badly.

“Please.” I kiss her bare shoulder.

She tenses, then relaxes.

“Fine,” she gasps. “But I might not come.”

“That’s fine, I just want to lick it.” I can’t stop running my mouth over her skin, leaving kisses across her back, along her spine. She doesn’t seem to mind.

“You can lick it,” she whispers.

I’m not passing up an opportunity to do just that. I slide from her body and turn her, pushing her up. She’s on her side, and I can see the little slit of her pussy, tucked between those velvety thighs. It’s naked, and so goddamn beautiful.

Shifting close, I slip my tongue in.

“Oh God,” she gasps, hand winding into my hair.

I put one arm between her legs and grip her ass, lifting it enough to push my mouth against her pussy. It’s hard to describe this except to say it’s the best thing I’ve ever done horizontal. Her pussy is beyond soft, and it tastes like I was there, fucking her until she dripped. It’s tart, sweet, intoxicating. I need it bad, so I spread her wider and gently put the tip of my tongue inside.

She makes a strangled sound, a moan and whimper.

Opening her up even more, I circle her entrance with the tip. I know that’s sensitive; I see it in the shudder and the arch of her spine. I tease her pussy for a few more minutes, then, I slide up to her clit. My body jolts and arousal pounds in my groin. Her clit is perfect, exactly how I thought it would feel under my tongue when I imagined this moment every time I jerked off in the shower for the last year.

I’m suffocated between her thighs. And I’m exactly where I want to be.

She builds, she whimpers, but she doesn’t come. That’s alright; it’s our first time doing this particular act together, and I know it might take some time. But it’s going to happen before she goes home.

“Put me on my stomach,” she gasps when I resurface.

“You want to be fucked?”

“Yes, I can’t get over the edge.”

She’s frustrated, all tensed up. I want to see if she’ll let me try with my fingers inside her and my mouth on her clit, but she’s already squirming onto her stomach.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” she demands.

I can’t resist that view. Spine arched, legs spread and pussy exposed.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, pushing two fingers where they belong and sinking halfway over her body.