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“Gonna taste your sweet honey on my tongue.”
“Yes!”
“Make you come into my mouth.”
I’m sweeping around my clit and also squeezing my nipples hard, enhancing the pleasure even more.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me with your mouth, and with your giant cock,” I whisper because I’m nearly out of breath.
“Holy shit,” he grunts. “Are you going to kiss me with that dirty mouth?”
“I’m going to kiss you, bite you, then suck you dry with this dirty mouth.”
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
Listening to the effect of my words, hearing him bringing himself over the edge, it makes me feel so full and close to him, even though we’re apart from each other.
Imagining his cock while I’m touching myself is just too much. I crest, squeaking out his name so I don’t shout and wake someone in the house. I ride out my orgasm while Shep murmurs in my ear: “Mine. You are mine. All of you.”
This insane little moment of using our words on each other has opened something up inside me. Something insatiable.
When I float back down to earth, I tell him, “I am 100 percent sure I’ve never done that before.”
He chuckles gently. I can hear him catching his breath. “But we’re for sure going to do that again.”
“I can’t take another night of not feeling you next to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to get to sleep tonight.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll sleep. You’d better sleep, because tomorrow night you are in for it. For real.”
Chapter Twelve
Shep
The next morning over breakfast, Jane’s lips are curved in mischief.
“Last night was fun,” I say, sipping my coffee while standing by the kitchen sink, one hand on her hip.
“It was.” she says.
I lean in and take a deep inhale of her honey scent. Damn whoever is not turning the city upside down to find her right now.
“Whoever is missing you right now doesn’t deserve you,” I say.
Her eyes go wide. “I hardly know enough about myself to know if that’s true. What if I’m a complete dolt? What if I’m mean to animals?”
“I don’t think you’re mean to animals.”
“For all you know, my old personality will come back and I’ll be a different person. A person you might not like.”
“Impossible,” I say.
“Why is that impossible?”
“Because I see you. You’re kind. Trusting. You aren’t afraid to try new things.”
“Chicken and waffles is not really a stretch. I welcome all carbs including those that are involved in breading poultry.”
“And you’re funny.”
