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I lift my gaze up to his, worried. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“You could never do anything wrong. Just kiss me so I can breathe again.”

CHAPTER 18

AUSTIN

Millie is a miracle. That’s the only possible explanation. She was created out of every wondrous thing in the universe, and somehow, I had the good luck that she crossed right into my path.

And now she’s tangling her left hand in my hair, her right stroking my cock, her mouth so sweet against my own.

Perfection.

I nudge her away. Otherwise, I’ll make a fool of myself. “You okay with me eating you out?”

She smiles, blushes cutely. “Yes, I’m okay with that.”

“Good.” I throw myself onto the bed, position my head on the pillow, and motion to my face. “Get up here.”

“What?”

“Up. On my face. This way, you’re in charge. Hold on to the headboard, grind on me, do whatever you need to do to feel good.”

“I’ve never…”

“Come on.” I arch my brow in a challenge because Millie Sheehan likes to prove people wrong. “Come for a ride. Show me how you like it.”

My curious girl shrugs and crawls up my body, carefully straddling me. Just the heat of her naked pussy is enough to send my blood pumping faster, and I grip my dick for some respite as she adjusts herself over me. I help, pushing on her lower back, so she knows she doesn’t have to be afraid, and—fuck, she smells good. Like the ocean.

Tastes even better.

Since she said I should be firm, I don’t tease her at all. Only latch my mouth on the tenderest, most intimate part of her. Above me, Millie gasps, lolls her head back on her shoulders, and then goes silent. But I take it as a good sign because she grinds down on my mouth, angling her hips so I can rub my tongue back and forth on her clit. Her hands eventually clamp on to the headboard, her legs squeezing the sides of my head, and I clasp her hips, holding tight.

She doesn’t make a sound. But I do. I can’t help it.

Mesmerized by the lines of her body, the softness of her belly and the roundness of her breasts, the rosy tips. I get off on watching her.

I know she thinks so much, analyzes every interaction she has all day long, so to see her let go… It’s a marvel.

And makes my cock strain up even higher. I moan into the center of her, lapping at the wet sweetness of her, groaning with every lick.

Millie has special interests, but they’re nothing compared to my obsession with her.

I don’t think I will ever recover from it. There is no substitute for her or help for me.

It’s her red hair, brown eyes, freckles, and lectures about environmental conservation and Jurassic Park erotica or nothing.

I’m not sure how much time has passed while I’ve been licking her clit—minutes, hours…days, weeks, I don’t care, but like she said, it takes work to get her there. I don’t do anything that might pull her out of the headspace she’s in and let her control how hard or soft she needs by the way she moves, but I keep steady.

Even if I get lockjaw.

It is my pleasure to give her this.

But eventually, her breath picks up, becomes more audible, and for a few moments, she goes completely still, all her muscles holding tense before releasing, her orgasm a beautiful thing to watch.

Eyes closed, skin flushed pink, head hanging down between her shoulders. And since I don’t want to accidentally tickle her when she’s so sensitive, I hook my arms around her thighs and lift her off my face. “Let me hold you for a minute.”

I push myself up against the headboard, wiping at my mouth and beard before positioning her in my lap, her arms loose around me, legs straddling my hips.