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“Good. Forget what I said yesterday. Not a sound, Lo.” He slid his hands away from her breasts. They swayed gently in the mirror as he nibbled his way over her shoulder and down her back.
He skimmed his fingertips down her waist and rolled her leggings down as he went. He drew his thumb up her naked calf as he dragged his nose along the back of her knee, then flicked his tongue across her inner thigh. “Lift this foot for me?”
Immediately, her foot went up and his dick hardened.
She was starved to try new things in all ways. He knew he was going to get too addicted to her personality—to her body—and fuck, to the very scent of her. The distant echo of pineapples clung to her skin with a mix of his own Ivory soap.
And then there it was.
The hint of musk. He’d gotten a taste of her on his fingers last night. She’d creamed up for him and clung to his fingers like a melody he couldn’t lose—didn’t want to lose.
She tried to step out of her pants, but he propped her foot on the bench in the dressing room. He dropped to his knees behind her, his fingers working faster than his good sense.
“West?”
The tentative voice made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb. Everything new meant every damn thing was like the first time. There would never be another first taste of her.
He should bring her home. Hell, bring her to a hotel where he could stretch her out and enjoy her properly. Instead he was kneeling on an ancient rug staring up at one of the most delectable asses he’d ever had the fortune to enjoy. He palmed her cheeks, peeling her open for him.
Her panties were soaked and her thighs damp. He didn’t even think about it, just stuck his face into the space. She gasped. He gripped her ass to warn her about making noise, but beyond that, he couldn’t remember much else.
Her taste infused his senses. She was liquid heat and salted caramel on his tongue. He tugged her underwear over for better access. Lapping at her endless supply was like the sweetest form of sustenance.
He rose onto his knees to get to more. With a twist of his hands, he had her facing the side wall of the dressing room. She made a sharp mewl of distress, but he didn’t stop. If there had been a gun to his head, he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to step back.
The new angle opened her up and he jammed his knuckle up along her folds to find her clit. He pulsed against the little knot and swallowed every liquid ounce she gave him. He drew back for a breath and caught a glimpse of her in the mirror.
“Fuck.”
“God, I hope so soon,” she said on a moan. She arched with her palms pressed to the wall, her breasts bouncing with every flex of his hands on her ass. The line of her body was nothing short of miraculous.
He stood up and unhooked his jeans before he could think about it. He needed to feel her on his dick. Even if it was the single most idiotic thing he did.
He knew better than to go down this road. He fucking knew.
Her eyes went huge in the mirror. “Finally.”
“No way I’m fucking you for the first time in here. I just need a little bit of you.” He dragged his cock through her moisture and may have whimpered. “Just a touch,” he muttered.
He found her clit with the head of his cock and rubbed little circles. His shaft slid through the slick folds of her lips and between her thighs. In the mirror, it looked like he was diving deep into her.
His cock said that was a definite no, but this would have to do.
Soon, he’d have her and maybe he’d be able to think again.
Her mouth made a little O and her head fell back. His wrist burned from keeping the strokes shallow. So easy to slide in. So slick. So perfect. He pulled away from her and slammed onto his knees and shoved his tongue inside of her. He got her nice and ready that way with her muffled moans as his music until he needed more. So much more. He pushed two fingers inside her, registering her surprised cry. Already he was stretching her more than last night, and she wasn’t shying away. The exact opposite.
She dissolved on his tongue.
Heat poured over his face as he jacked his dick until the skin practically smoked. She wiggled over his face, riding his tongue and nose until she got herself off. And thank God she did. He was near useless by the end. It was everything he could do to drink her down.
Her thighs shook and her breath came in gasps as she collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her thighs to make sure she didn’t fall back on him. If she did, he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to say no. His cock was so hard and he wanted to come so damn bad.
She turned around, her eyes wide and her pupils blown. Her nipples were so tight and pink he could barely keep his shit together. He fisted the base of his cock and prayed he wouldn’t end up with a handful of himself here on the floor.
She grasped his shirt and dragged him to his feet.
“Lo, I’m—fuck.”
