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“I know you’re sick.” Warm lips roamed her cheek, finally covering her mouth in a hungry kiss. He rested his cheek against hers. “I tried to talk myself out of coming in here, but I couldn’t. God, I need you, baby.”
With those words, she was shaking. Trembling like an innocent begging to be corrupted, even if she hadn’t been innocent in what felt like a lifetime. This was all new.
She rolled over as he threaded his fingers through her hair. “I wondered if you’d come back.”
“You did not.” He gave a short laugh. “You’ve been asleep every time I checked on you the past couple of days.”
“Between naps,” she admitted before she started to cough. Her throat was so dry.
He retrieved her glass of water off the nightstand and tipped it up to her lips. “Okay?” he asked after she’d emptied the glass.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How are you feeling?”
Far from perfect, but much better than she’d been. The bout of sort-of sex had sapped the last of her strength for days but it had been worth it. She’d happily relive those moments in the shower and on this bed for the rest of her life.
And now there would be new moments, new memories. Best of all, she’d regained enough energy to do more than mainly watch.
“I think I’m okay. Semi-human even.”
“You’re not sneezing.”
“Not at the moment, no.” She leaned up and licked his stubbled throat, inordinately pleased at his soft groan. “Where’s Kim?”
“Down the hall.” He sighed. “Despite my repeated attempts to shoo her out.”
“It is her place.”
“Mine too. And I want to hear you scream.” He tucked her hair back and nibbled her earlobe, shifting his body over hers. His long, firm, naked body.
“Guess you thought you’d be getting lucky.” She ran her hand down his back, finally cupping one tight cheek of his ass. Her pussy tingled at just the feel of his taut muscles. God, he turned her on.
“Wishful undressing,” he said, kissing her neck in a way that would leave marks. Maybe that was his intention. He’d force her to wear turtlenecks until she consented to flaunt their relationship like the wanton hussy he’d convinced her to become.
And speaking of hussies…
“I want your mouth on me again, Brad. While my mouth is on you.”
“Your command, my wish.” He licked the curve of her ear, dipping inside so that his breath tickled her. She shivered and laughed, scrunching her shoulder. “You’re sensitive all over, aren’t you? Your clit especially. I can’t wait to taste it again.”
Just like that the playfulness faded. “It’d been a while. That’s probably why,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“Hmm. You think?” Without hesitation, he slipped down the bed. He nudged up her nightgown—a silky number rather than her cotton monstrosity from earlier in the week—and pried her thighs apart, inhaling deeply. Her face heated an instant before he arrowed his tongue along her cleft, slipping inside to tantalize and tease. “This time I’m not stopping at one,” he whispered, and dove down to prove his point.
“Wait.” She fisted his silky hair. “You owe me something too.”
“Fuck yeah. I’m happy to share and share alike.” He shifted positions so his feet were near her head. Crooking his knees open, lifting his hips. Moving in such a way that the moonlight filtering through the window highlighted his erection, making it even more impressive in the dark.
She swallowed, feeling very much like the predator she’d been afraid to become. Because that cock was going in her mouth, and she wouldn’t let up until she had his release in her throat.
Though he didn’t cease his activities between her legs, his hand encircled his shaft, offering it silently. He kept it steady as she lowered her head, her breath streaming over him before she darted out her tongue for her first taste. His body jerked, his fingers going slack before he shored up his hold. She flicked again, scooping up a dab of his salty precome. Another replaced it, and another. She blew lightly, borrowing his trick, and reached down to grasp his warm, soft sac, cupping it gently. As she slid her lips over the crown, her lips curving at the new wetness slickening the tip, he pushed up her leg, curving it away from her body so her pussy was on display. Then he spread open her folds, giving her only a second to wonder what he’d do before he plunged his tongue into her. In and out, swirling, caressing. One finger rubbing her clit, another stroking the nerve-filled area between her slit and her ass.
She tried to concentrate on the hard length she was sucking with everything she had, but dear God, she was already climbing. Her knees locked and she bore down against the pleasure, wanting to prolong it as long as possible. She loved taking him deep, hearing his grunts and groans and tormented sighs. His balls tightened, and she massaged them gently before searching for that secret spot behind them that would aid in her mission. When she located it, he bolted up from his feast, cursing and practically yanking her head back down to finish the job.
“You’re going to pay for making me come first,” he warned, and the erotic excitement those words provoked sent a new flood of juice into his waiting mouth. He swallowed it greedily, pressing his lips over her clit, sucking with enough pressure to make her nipples throb. His thumb circled the hole between her ass cheeks, inching inside while she quaked and drew more forcefully on his shaft. It pulsed as she gave his ass the same treatment he was giving hers, a hint of thumb. A little more.
Another curse, and his hips rocketed up to meet her, driving his length between her swollen lips. She absorbed the tremor that coursed through him, knowing what would follow. Moaning at the spray against the back of her throat and the thrust and retreat of his cock while she drank him down.
