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Actually, he says that. I’m not even imagining that part.
“You’re lovely,” he says, and then before I even have a chance to reply or catch my breath he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, tugging with his teeth as his fingers work the other.
I moan at the feel of his lips on me. The warmth of his tongue circling and sucking and—oh, God—perfect little nips with his teeth before he soothes with strokes of his tongue.
I want more of him, need more, and my hand reaches out, searching for his waistband, finding the outline of his hard cock.
And oh, my. The big dick energy?
Definitely real.
Holy shit, I need to get these pants off of him.
“You little tease,” he says as I stroke the shaft through the fabric of his pants. “Be careful.”
“Be careful of what?” I reply. “We want the same thing. Your pants off. I’m definitely not teasing about that.”
He groans, capturing my mouth again in a hungry kiss. “First,” he says, “I need you to take off your ridiculous pants.”
Ridiculous? Who the hell is he to insult my pants? I look down and realize I’m wearing my Garfield pajama pants. Definitely not the sexiest thing I own, but whatever.
“Fine,” I say, shimmying out of them. “But I’ll have you know that—oh, fuck!”
He cuts me off by kissing my thigh, the gentle scratch of his evening stubble sending a whole lot of feelings to a whole lot of places.
Mainly the good place.
His mouth teases closer and closer to my panties, and I’m questioning all my life choices for not having removed them with my stupid pajama pants. But I nearly fall off of the sofa as his mouth trails up and down my thigh. The ability to form words leaves me completely as he slides the material to the side and runs his tongue along the edge of my entrance.
“You’re so wet, Audrey,” he says. “For me.”
I make a noise that’s part moan, part plea, but he understands it quite clearly as he gives up on maneuvering around my underwear and tugs them over my hips. I lean back on my elbows as he spreads my legs further, parts me with his fingers and kisses me right there, right on my clit.
The motion is so hot, so intensely intimate, and before I can even react he’s flattened his tongue and is dragging it through my core, ending with my clit as he sucks it between his lips, working the sensitive nerves until I think I might die right here on this couch.
“You taste even better than I imagined you would,” he says and holy fuckity fuck, if I wasn’t already wet that comment alone would have done it.
But also.
“Oh, God.” I cover my eyes with my hand. “You thought about what I might taste like?” I spread my fingers enough to peek at Warren, kneeling between my legs.
“What? You’re the only one allowed to have a dirty imagination?” he replies, and then heaven help me, he winks.
Warren has his mouth on my vagina and he’s winking at me and telling me he’s imagined what I might taste like and this is actually happening, it’s not just some weird fantasy I’m having while watching him give a press conference.
“You’re blushing,” he says with a laugh, like it’s ridiculous.
“Of course I am,” I agree, with a small roll of my eyes because he’s the one who’s being ridiculous. “I’ve had a crush on you forever and we’re doing naked things and your tongue is doing things I never even hoped to imagine.”
“Forever, huh?”
He’s right. I do talk too much.
Then he flattens his tongue against my opening again while using his thumb to rub circles around my clit and this is it. This is how I die.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, the only words I can manage.
“Who knew you were so very naughty,” he says, wasting words on a full sentence when that mouth is capable of doing things even better than making words. “What will you do for me if I make you come?”
“Anything,” I breathe out. “Please.”
“Anything?” he asks. “Well, then I better make it a hell of an orgasm.”
He moves lower, placing kisses on the inside of my thighs, massaging his thumbs into my skin as he works his way back up, closer and closer to where I really want him. I resist the urge to grind against his face as he runs his tongue between my folds, but just barely, my hips jerking in tiny movements, eager for more of everything that he’s doing.
When he rims my entrance with his tongue and then slides it inside, I do buck my hips and grab a handful of his hair.
I need him. Need more of him. All of him.
He grabs my ass with his hands, holding me steady as his tongue continues its torment. As he runs excruciating and incredible circles around my clit, around and around, alternating with sucking it between his lips. Warmth builds inside of me until I think I can’t take it any more, and then suddenly, he slides a finger inside of me, then two, moving in tandem as he sucks and licks with movements that are unlocking some combination I didn’t even know my pussy had until this exact moment. He keeps going, thrusting and licking, until I come so hard I nearly black out, my hips bucking and my thighs tightening around his head without a thought of allowing the poor man to breathe.
