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“More, please,” I whisper as I lie back. “Touch me. Touch all of me.”
“I shouldn’t.” But he adds the other hand, just the same, massaging my boobs and stroking the nipples. I’m helpless against the sensations he’s unleashed. “Does this feel good?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Is your pussy wet?”
Holy shit, I can’t believe this. “Yes,” I whisper, because it is. Dripping wet. “And it hurts. It aches so bad.”
“Because you’re so hot and ready for me?” My head bobs up and down. “Maybe it will feel better if I kiss it. What do you think?”
His fingers press into my tender flesh. “Would that be good? If I kiss your pussy? If I drag my tongue through it?”
It’s only what I’ve imagined a hundred times, and now my body is burning hotter than ever. I’m amazed the bed doesn’t burst into flames.
"Please. Please do that, Nolan.”
He pauses, though, when I expect him to dive between my thighs. “Have you ever done this before?”
“I’ve never done anything before.” His gaze widens, but it’s the truth. “I wanted to wait for you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
A shudder runs through him, and his nostrils flare. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that.”
I have to remember all of this. The way my heart races as he climbs onto the bed between my legs. The exhilaration of running my fingers through his hair, just as soft as I imagined. The broad, firm shoulders under my hands, the way his muscles move beneath his skin.
It feels so good. He feels so good.
His lips leave a trail of fire down my body, over my belly, then lower. “Oh God, yes,” I breathe, lifting my hips in offer to him.
My body is his. I am his, and I always have been.
“I can smell you. How hot and wet you are for me,” he growls before pressing his lips to my inner thigh. I don’t know what feels better, his lips or the rough stubble on his cheeks. I want more. That’s all I know.
There’s wickedness gleaming in his eyes and a nasty smirk tugging at his mouth when he runs a finger down the length of my slit, covered in soaking wet cotton. “You mean this is all for me?”
“Oh yeah,” I whine, raising my hips again. It’s agony, what he’s doing to me. He’s killing me. I can’t take it anymore.
But if he stopped, I’d kill him.
“What did I do to get this lucky?”
Instead of his finger, it’s his tongue he runs along my slit until I have to shove my fist into my mouth to keep from waking Liz. I only thought I knew what it means to feel good before now, but I didn’t have the first clue.
All of a sudden, he grunts, and the next thing I know, he’s torn my thong to pieces and covered my pussy with his mouth. My hands shoot out and grip the back of his head before I know what I’m doing, holding it close.
He wraps his arms around my legs, spreading them wider, holding them down. I asked—begged—him to do this, but he’s in control now. He knows exactly what I need. I couldn’t have put it into words if I tried, but he knows.
His tongue works my clit in short, tight flicks that leave me biting my fist again for fear of waking Liz up. What would she think if she found her best friend splayed out naked under her dad?
Her dad, who’s now grunting, demanding, hungry for me.
For my pussy, now dripping on his face so he can lick up every drop. I can’t take much more. It’s going to kill me, I’m going to die here, it’s all too good. I can’t handle it. My heart’s going to explode.
Everything seizes up, and I go still an instant before the world shatters around me. Ripples of pure bliss begin in my core and move outward until tears roll down my cheeks. Tears of happiness and joy and relief.
“Nolan.” I smile through my tears.
Whispering his name while he can hear it? This is a dream come true.
