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"It was fine." I move my hands behind my erse and lean back into them. Then I let the tip of my tongue poke out between my lips, tracing the seam of my mouth, while I contemplate the many ways I want to make her come tonight. "Keep going."
My voice has turned huskier, though I didn't do that on purpose. I think all the blood in my brain has flooded into myslat, so I can't think anymore. Calli Douglas is the sexiest lass in the universe.
She unzips her jeans, shimmying out of them while I track every movement of her hands, her fingers, her hips, mesmerized by the vision of Calli stripping for me. When she kicks her jeans away, I swallow hard enough that she must see it. The lass turns her back to me and throws me a teasingly sexy smile over her shoulder.
"More," I growl, breathing harder now.
Calli unhooks her bra and lets it tumble off her shoulders, fluttering down to the floor. She pushes her thumbs inside the waistband of her knickers, and little by little, eases them down while swaying her hips in a seductive rhythm, dragging the fabric over her erse. I breathe even harder, suddenly unable to pull in a full breath, so turned on by her striptease that I cannae move.
Nude at last, she folds her arms around herself, still gazing at me over her shoulder.
I twirl one finger in the air. "Turn, please. Slowly."
She brushes her hands up and down her arms while swiveling her hips, then spreads her palms over them, undulating her whole body as she rotates to face me.
Fuck, that body. I think my mouth falls open. Her breasts look like they'd fit perfectly in my hands, and the tips that jut up make me want to suck them into my mouth right now. The sight of her sweet little belly button draws my attention down her belly to her hips and the curly hairs that nestle between her thighs. I want my face buried in those hairs while I devour her cream. She has shapely thighs and the bonniest erse I've ever seen, but I can't tear my gaze away from her hips. I swear I can smell her lust even from several feet away.
She sashays up to me, lifts one leg, and sets her foot on the bed next to me. The pose reveals her slick, rosy folds, and I'm sure she did that on purpose. I cannae stop staring at her glistening flesh while she drapes her hands over my shoulders. My chest heaves, and I hear myself growling low in my throat like I've transformed into a wild animal. Drops of her juices cling to the fine hairs on her mound, and the sight of it makes me growl again.
"So bonnie," I say breathlessly. "So bloody perfect. Pink and slick and begging to be tasted."
I raise one hand, almost in slow motion, and hover it near her body without contacting her skin. I desperately want to cup her groin, but if I do that, I'll lose my mind and shag her like a lunatic. So instead, I wiggle my fingers to tease those silky hairs.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders.
"Cannae wait," I hiss. Grasping her hips with both hands, I tilt them toward me while I slant closer to her. When I seal my mouth around her clit, she gasps and clutches me so hard it hurts, but I donnae give a toss about that. Her head falls backward as I lick and nip at her nub, swirling my tongue, suckling gently, and then so hard she cries out. Calli tastes so fucking good, like sweet cream and whisky, the flavor of her more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug could ever be. I shift my hands to her erse, holding her in place while she still has one foot on the bed, and I lavish herbrilleanwith rough swipes of my tongue, increasing the pace with every pass. Starved for more of her, I rake my tongue up and down, up and down, side to side, up and down, knowing I can drive her wild this way—and I need to make her as ravenous for me as I am for her. I pause briefly until she makes a desperate wee noise, then I consume her flesh again and work her hard nub until she's moaning and thrashing her head, clinging to me like she's afraid she'll fly away into the heavens if she lets go.
Her body goes rigid, and she stops breathing. A look of surprise overtakes her features, then she cinches her face up into the most erotic expression of pleasure I've ever seen. I can't feel the spasms of her climax, but I watch the fierce ecstasy on her face while I keep tormenting her nub and she writhes in my grasp, letting out a strangled scream.
I tip my head back to gaze up at her over her mound. "Ah, Calli, you taste like everything wonderful. I could feast on you all night, but I've got other plans."
She seems a bit stunned as she drops her foot to the floor and steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders. Gradually, the astonishment on her face melts away. She flicks a finger on the neck of my T-shirt. "You're not naked."
"Noticed, did ye? Nothing gets by you."
She slaps my shoulder. "Well, get rid of your damn clothes."
"If you insist." I press my mouth to the sensitive skin just above her mound, eliciting a small shiver from her. "Wanted to taste you since the night we met. Now, I want to make you mine."
"Get naked already."
I chuckle but don't move, because I love the way she gets bossy when she's aroused.
With a sharp huff, she grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it up. I arch one brow but raise my arms so she can haul the garment off me and fling it aside. The shirt lands on the dresser. She kneels between my thighs, fumbling to undo the button on my jeans, but her fingers have started to tremble, and she can't quite grasp it.
I catch her hands. "Easy, love."
With one fluid movement, I wrap an arm around Calli to pin her to my body, rise off the bed, and with my free hand hurl the covers aside. A puff of air rustles her hair from the sudden motion of the quilt and blanket. The top sheet billows, then settles onto the bed.
And I toss Calli onto the mattress.
She lands with a bounce and a wee yelp. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Speeding things up." I strip off my jeans and kick them out of the way. Since I never bother with underwear, she now gazes with rapt attention at my nude body. I love the way she looks at me. Though she's seen me naked before, tonight everything feels different between us. I give the lass a moment to appreciate my body while I drink in the vision of Calli nude and aroused, her chest and cheeks speckled with pink.
Her focus lands on my cock, which is now as hard as steel-reinforced concrete.
"But you wanted me to go slow," she says, feigning a pout.
