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I leaned closer to Honor and kissed her ass again on my way to other destinations. One hand reached and stroked her belly, moving toward her center. Her legs were already shaking, and I loved seeing her so excited and out of control already.
With one hand, I parted her folds in search of her clit. Everything about her here was pink and perfect.
“Of course, you would get a full wax,” I said.
“Does that bother you?” she panted.
“Full bush, no hair, and everything in between is fine by me. I don’t discriminate.”
All of it was good.
“Ready, babe?” I asked.
“Yes, please, fuck,” she said and that was all the encouragement I needed to lean in further and completely bury myself in her.
One hand kept me propped up and the other slid two fingers into her slickness. She was practically dripping, and nothing could be better. I listened to every gasp and noise and command as I learned her body, learned what she needed. Honor demanded more fingers, more suction on her clit, and alternating flutters with my tongue.
I didn’t care if it took all night and gave me lockjaw, I was going to satisfy this woman. She deserved it. She deserved everything.
“Oh fuck, Layne, I’m so close,” she said, reaching back and driving my face even further into her body. I couldn’t breathe, but who cared? I slammed my fingers into her and fluttered my tongue and then I felt the orgasm ripple against my fingers as her legs clenched me and her body jerked repeatedly.
I had to come up for air, but I kept fucking her with my fingers until she pushed my hand away and rolled onto her back, her cheeks flushed.
“Your mouth is good at something other than talking,” she said, reaching out and tracing her fingers along my lips. I grabbed her fingers and licked them clean.
“That was filthy,” she said.
“You liked it,” I said, grinning against her fingers.
“I did,” she said.
I flopped down on my back next to her.
“Your bed is a mess,” Honor said, pulling the pillow out from under her and showing it to me.
“That’s what washing machines are for,” I said. “You can help me make the bed after round two.”
I patted her arm.
“Round two?” she asked, turning to face me.
“Oh, are you not ready to go again?” I asked.
“I didn’t know if you’d want to,” she said, and I rolled onto my side and stroked her cheek.
“Honor. If I could spend the next week with my face between your legs, I would say that was the best week of my life. I’ve gotten a taste of you now. I’m officially addicted.”
She digested those words and then smiled.
“I like fucking you, too.”
* * *
We did gofor round two, this time using our hands so we could kiss as we finger fucked each other on my bed. After that, we hit the shower and Honor helped me cram the sheets into the washer and put new linens on the bed.
“What does your tattoo mean?” I asked as we tangled our bodies together.
Honor rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t mean anything. It means that my mom hates tattoos and I went out when I was sixteen and got it done by a shady dude who didn’t flinch when I forged my mother’s signature on the form. I flipped through the book and this was the first one I didn’t hate.”
