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I wanted to remember her taste. I wanted to sear this into my memory. I wantedeverything.

I put my hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them apart. She smiled wickedly down at me.

“I know what you want,” I said. I knew exactly what she wanted. Just before my mouth met her core, she moved her hips to meet my lips. My girl.

I licked her one time, long and slow and deep. All the way up and all the way down. Her hands gripped the sheets and she let out a moan. That was what I wanted. And I was going to do whatever I could to get her to make that sound over and over.

I fluttered my fingers over her clit and she started to thrash. Perfect. She was so beautiful like this. Wild and untamed. My dreamer, undone by pleasure.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and stroked her opening with my fingers before dipping them in and out, in and out. Just enough to make her beg for me to go deeper. Harder. Fiona Davis wasn’t a delicate flower.

She always wantedmore.

I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her with my fingers and my mouth until she was a mess of begging and trembling. I added one more finger inside her and used the other hand to stroke her lower, just the way she liked it. That was all it took. I held on as she climaxed and savored every pulse of her body and every single sound she made. When it was over, she panted and then looked down at me.

“You’re really good at that,” she said. I laughed a little and kissed the inside of her thigh.

“You’re worth being good at it for,” I said. Now she was dragging me back up to her mouth, attacking my tongue with hers and shoving me onto my stomach. I put a pillow under my hips and she set to work reciprocating.

“Mmm, I could just eat you up,” she said, stroking my thighs. I trembled at her touch. Getting her off had turned me on so much that it wasn’t going to take much on her part.

“Please do,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

She gave me a grin before she licked the inside of my thigh, right to my center.

“Fuck,” I said. She laughed, sexy and low.

“Your turn.”

Twelve

Later, we lay in each other’s arms.

“You know, I brought something else with me. I didn’t want to show it to you in case something happened and we decided that we weren’t ready to have sex yet,” she said as she fiddled with my hair.

“Yeah? What’s that?” She gave me a cute grin and then went to pull something out of the bottom of her bag. Two somethings.

“Oh,” I said as she held up the dildo and a strap-on harness. We’d used toys before when we were younger, but this was something else entirely.

“We don’t have to. I just brought it. Just in case. I’ve never tried it, so I’m not even sure how it’s supposed to work.” Suddenly, I was very un-tired.

“Put it on and see,” I said and what ensued was Fi getting all tangled up in the harness and me trying to help her get it on correctly.

“I feel like such a dork right now,” she said as I helped her attach the dildo. It was sparkly and purple. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I was definitely willing to try.

“What do you think?” I asked her as she skipped over to the mirror. She wiggled her hips.

“I think it looks kind of awesome.”

“Me too,” I said, standing behind her and putting my arms around her.

“But you’re probably too tired to do anything else,” she said, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“I’m not tired anymore,” I said, reaching down and stroked the dildo. “Let’s figure out how it works.”

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Sufficient to say, we weren’t ready in time for checkout the next morning. When the housekeeper knocked on our door to kick us out, Fi hurriedly kicked the dildo and harness under the bed as I said we’d be gone within fifteen minutes. She gave both of us a look, but let me shut the door behind her.

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