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She loved kissing him.
Loved the way her body awoke when his lips touched hers. Loved the way her blood raced when his tongue touched hers.
Loved the way every doubt and fear and worry she had evaporated.
Could he kiss her forever? If she asked nicely?
With a shaky groan, he lifted his head from hers. “I want to throw you on the bed now and utterly worship your body. That okay?”
A hot beat throbbed in her core. “That’s very much okay.”
His nostrils flared and, with two steps, he crossed to the side of his bed and dropped her onto it.
Laughing, she adjusted herself on it, smiling up at him as he shook out his shoulders, rolled his neck and cracked his fingers.
She laughed again, and let out a delighted squeal as he snared her ankles and inched her legs apart. “Now, if it’s okay with you,” he said, pressing one knee to the mattress in the middle of the space he’d made, “I’m going to kiss my way up the inside of your thighs until I get to your…y’know.”
Raising her eyebrows, she held his stare. “My y’know?”
He ducked his head, rubbed at the back of his head, and gave her a hungry smile that turned her insides to liquid lust. “Your y’know.”
Before she could respond, he smoothed his hands up the inside of her spread legs, his fingers almost brushing the lace of her panties’ crotch, and dipped his head to trail his lips and tongue in a line high along her right inner thigh.
A choppy breath escaped her, and she closed her eyes, pressing her head into the soft mattress. Her hands flittered over his hair, her stomach, her breasts, back to his hair.
He nibbled at the sensitive skin where her leg disappeared behind her panties, his tongue flicking wicked little stabs before nipping gently with his teeth.
She spread her legs more, already aching from the need to feel his tongue on her sex. In her sex. “Please…” she moaned.
His fingers moved closer to her wet heat, skimming so close to her folds—hidden behind her panties—a ripple of rapture rushed through her.
“Please…” she repeated. Her clit throbbed. Her very center clenched and contracted. She’d never wanted to be touched, licked, there as much as she did, waiting for Angus to do so.
His hot breath fanned the skin of her left thigh, high, higher, and then…
His tongue swiped the seam of her sex through the lace of her crotch.
“Oh yes!” she groaned, toes curling.
He did it again, harder this time. A shiver claimed her. Her nipples pinched so tight they almost hurt. She cupped her own breasts, kneading them, even as she bit her lip.
“Tell me to take your undies off, Lis,” he murmured against the skin of her upper left thigh. “If you don’t, I might not be able to stop myself tearing them off you.”
“Take my undies off,” she instructed on a raspy breath. “And eat me—”
He yanked her panties down over her hips and off her legs with a savage urgency, throwing them aside.
She gasped, the sound turning to a throaty whimper as he hooked his forearms under her thighs and buried his face between her legs.
His tongue—Dio, his incredible, talented tongue—took her to the edge. Over and over. He teased her clit, sucked on it. Licked at her folds, sucking on them as well. He parted them, his tongue entering her wetness with strokes both deep and insistent.
She fisted her hands in his hair, the duvet beneath her, his hair again, her own hair, his hair once more.
She cried out his name, implored him never to stop, told him over and over how fucking good it felt.
Three times she balanced on the precipice. Three times he brought her there with his mouth, only to refuse to let her fall over the edge into sweet release. She reveled in the exquisite torture. His complete mastery of her pleasure pushed it to an intensity she’d never experienced before. She thrummed. Burned. Craved all of it. More of it.
Head swimming, she arched on the bed, planting the sole of her feet on his shoulders. “An…Angus,” she panted. “Pl-please…please…”
