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He’s killing me. This man is actually going to edge me to death with affection.

She could feel how hard he was — that thick, leaking cock pressed hot and heavy against her ass — but he didn’t rush. He just held her, one arm banded across her soft belly, the other hand worshipping every curve like she was made of glass and wildfire at the same time.

The fire popped and crackled, sending fresh waves of golden light dancing across her heavy breasts and the soft swell of her stomach. Her fishnets shimmered where they clung damply to her thick thighs.

“Cal, baby…” She nipped at his bottom lip, then soothed it with her tongue. “I need your mouth. I’ve never had anyone— fuck— I’ve never had this, and I want it to be you. Please.”

He made a low, rough sound against her lips. “Sage… I love you.”

A flicker of uncertainty twisted through her chest — old fear trying to rise, the ghost of hands that had only ever taken. But this was Cal. Her Cal. She pushed the fear down and let the need win. She took a deep breath and slowly twisted in his arms. Then she pushed gently at his broad chest until he leaned back against the pillows near the headboard, then climbed higher. Her knees sank into the luxurious bedding on either side of his head. The position put her dripping core right above his mouth, her heavy breasts swaying as she looked down at him through the curtain of her lavender-streaked hair. Firelight lit her from behind like a halo, casting her shadow over his hungry face.

Cal looked up at her in pure awe, grey eyes dark and shining, lips already parted like he couldn’t wait another second.

“Is this okay, Daddy?” she whispered, voice trembling with need and a tiny thread of nerves. “I just… I need you so bad.”

His hands settled on her thick ass, squeezing, pulling her a fraction closer. His breath ghosted hot over her swollen folds.

“More than okay, princess,” he rasped, voice wrecked with want. “God, you are so beautiful. Come here.”

Then he tugged her gently down.

The first slow, broad lick of his tongue dragged from her entrance all the way up to her clit — hot, wet, devastating. Sage’s head fell back with a broken moan that echoed through the warm room.

Oh. My. God.

His tongue was so much softer than she’d imagined, yet firm and sure. He licked her again, slower this time, flattening that wide tongue to taste every dripping inch like he was savoring the sweetest thing he’d ever had. A low, hungry groan rumbled out of his chest and vibrated straight against her clit. She felt herself gush against his mouth.

“Oh Cal… is it— is it too much? If I’m⁠—”

He answered without words. His big hands squeezed her ass harder, yanking her down until her pussy was fully seated on his face. Then he did it again — a long, luxurious stroke, followed by tight little circles around her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth devouring her filled the bedroom, mixing with the crackle of the fire and her own ragged whimpers. Heat bloomed sharp and overwhelming low in her belly. She’d never felt anything like this — warm, wet, worshipful pressure that made her thighs shake around his ears.

He’s not even trying. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. And he’s going to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.

Sage’s hands flew to the headboard, gripping tight as her hips started to rock instinctively. Another slow, thorough lick, then he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked — soft at first, then with perfect, growing pressure. His tongue flicked rapidly underneath while he sucked, and her vision whited out for a second.

“Cal— baby— it feels— I can’t— fuck⁠—”

CAL

Cal was flying.

Every slow, deep kiss was landing. Sage was melting in his arms, whimpering into his mouth, her soft, curvy body squirming against him like she couldn’t get close enough. His hands kept roaming — warm palms, just like the notes said — and she was responding to every touch.

This is working, he thought, a quiet rush of pride warming his chest even as his cock throbbed painfully against her ass. Slow, Meridian. Research said slow. Build it. Make her feel worshipped and loved. God, she is amazing.

He congratulated himself for half a second — the videos, the articles, the damn notebook he’d filled like a lovesick teenager — before reminding himself again. Don’t rush her. She deserves perfection.

Then Sage snapped.

She twisted, pushed at his chest, and suddenly he was flat on his back against the pillows. Before he could even process it, she was climbing higher, knees sinking into the luxurious bedding on either side of his head, lowering that glistening, pretty pink pussy right over his face.

Cal’s brain short-circuited.

Holy—

Up close she was breathtaking. Plump, swollen folds shiny with her slick, the little silver piercing glinting in the firelight right above her clit. She was flushed dark rose, dripping, perfect. The scent of her — sweet, musky, heady — hit him like a drug and his mouth watered so fast he had to swallow.

At forty-six years old, he was finally here. About to taste the woman he loved more than breathing.