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He ran his tongue lightly over her swollen clitoris before spearing her. He covered her mound with his mouth and fucked her with his tongue. In and out and all around. Taking her in. Lapping her up. He wasn’t going to treat her like a wine he was trying. She was a glass of water and he’d been in the desert for years.
He sucked at her labia, drawing one side gently in before giving the other side the same treatment. He licked and laved his affection all over her soaked and aroused flesh.
Tiffany whimpered and moaned, her legs tensing on either side of him.
He kissed his way to her clitoris. The little bud was swollen and ready. Which was good because he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, and she was so slick and prepped for him. But he wasn’t taking a thing from her until she’d come all over his tongue.
“Have I told you how good you taste?” He growled the words against her pussy.
“Please, Sebastian. Please.”
Sweet words, but he wanted more than words. “I want you to come for me. Give it to me. I want everything you have.”
He put the flat of his tongue on her needy clit as he eased two fingers deep inside her, curling up so he could find her hot spot. He pressed down with his tongue, rubbing while he massaged her. His fingers got soaked, his tongue tasting pure passion, and she shook underneath him.
He could taste her orgasm, feel it as she tightened around his fingers.
She bucked up against him, but he was far beyond play. This wasn’t play anymore. This was necessary to his sanity. He had to have her in a way he’d never felt before.
He fumbled as he tried to get his slacks opened. He had to roll off her to work the zipper. How the hell to do this thing? He was better on his feet. He’d never had sex in a bed with his prosthetics.
“Ride me.” He suddenly wanted to feel her hands on him, to watch her as she moved over him.
To give up a little control so he could feel her all around him.
Her face was flushed as she got to her knees. He fished a condom out of his pocket. He never planned on going to bed without getting inside her again. It would be a long time before a day didn’t involve making love to her. Once or twice a day. As often as she’d allow him.
She stopped and stared for a moment and then her hands went to his chest. She flattened her palms on him, exploring him. She leaned over and kissed him.
He should take control, but it was right there to let her have some. If he gave her some leeway, he could see how much of this was about her wanting him versus wanting to be dominated. It shouldn’t matter, but somehow it did. Somehow the idea that she was touching him and he hadn’t ordered her to made his heart race.
Her tongue came out, running over his bottom lip. He couldn’t help but shiver. He felt that touch all along his spine. He opened his mouth and let her in, his hands coming up to touch her skin. So warm and soft. He loved how she felt under his palm. He couldn’t help but reach for her breasts. Her nipples were hard and he could pluck at them like berries he was trying to gently pick. All the while she was kissing him, her tongue delving deep to play against his own.
His cock was pulsing, but he wasn’t going to give in. He was going to give her time, to let her explore in a way no woman ever had.
It was new to him, but he didn’t want to consider that right now. He only wanted to feel. Feel her hands on him. Feel her mouth on his. Feel her wanting him.
“Can you taste yourself on me?” Sebastian asked when she came up for air.
She straddled him, her core over his abs. “I can taste arousal and you. I like it, Sebastian. I might love it.”
She lowered her head again, this time kissing his jaw and his neck. Everywhere her mouth hit him, the skin felt lit from within. She moved down, her pelvis shimmying over his cock as she kissed her way down his chest. She licked at his nipple and the sensation fired to his cock. So hard. He was hard and wanting, and he needed her affection even more than the eventual orgasm.
How long had it been since a woman explored him? Worshipped him with her lips and tongue? Caressed him simply because she wanted to feel his skin under her hand?
He let her run wild, kissing his chest, working her way down. Her hands worked the buckle of his belt. She pulled it free of the loops and then went to work on the fly of his slacks. She ground against him. His dry cleaner was going to have a fun day, but he didn’t fucking care. If they asked what kind of stain it was, he would smile and tell them it was the best stain of all. The Tiffany spot. He wouldn’t care if they got it out. If anyone asked he would explain how he’d gotten it because there was nothing embarrassing about fucking Tiffany Hayes. She was a damn goddess.
She eased the zipper down and he was so thankful he was on his back because she tried tugging the slacks down his thighs. His cock had bounced free and that was all he needed.
It was time to take back a bit of control. He reached down and grabbed a soft fistful of hair. “Tiffany, it would make me so fucking happy if you would put that beautiful mouth on me. It’s been a very long time.”
She was staring down at his cock and there was zero sympathy in her eyes. Nope. There was lust there, and that was exactly what he wanted. She reached out and brushed her fingertips over him. “Why so long? I would think every sub in the clubs you worked in would be at your feet, ready to do your bidding.”
It was time to be honest with her. “I’ve only really wanted one. Since leaving the Army, I’ve wanted sex from time to time, but I didn’t want intimacy. I didn’t want any one particular woman so I didn’t want something so personal. I want you.”
His words seemed to spark something in her. She wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping up and down as she leaned over and ran that hot tongue over the head of his dick.
It took all his willpower not to come then and there.
