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His lips pressed against mine, and my hands slid up his neck into his hair.
He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His kisses were something wet dreams were made of.
Never had I been with a man who took what he wanted but gave me back even more in return.
“Arms up,” he whispered.
I lifted my arms, and my nightshirt disappeared. He set me on my feet, and I struggled to stay standing.
His hands moved down my bare sides and grabbed the waist of my shorts. His lips returned to mine briefly and then trailed down my cheek. He tugged my shorts off, and they pooled in a puddle at my feet.
“Now we’re even,” he whispered. He kneeled in front of me and pressed a kiss to my stomach. “You’re fucking perfect, Imogen.” His hands gripped my hips and pulled me close.
His tongue circled my belly button, and I delved my fingers into his hair. “Spread your legs, baby.”
I widened my stance, and his mouth moved down.
“Mace,” I gasped when he pressed a kiss to my pussy.
“Shh.” His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, and his tongue invaded me. He swiped the tight bud of my clit, and tremors rocked my body. “So sweet,” he growled.
I rocked forward on my toes, and his tongue glided over my clit again.
“Oh god,” I gasped. It had been so long since a man touched me that I was ready to go off like a rocket after a few seconds.
“You wanna come all over my tongue, baby?”
I closed my eyes and pressed his face to my pussy.
That was my answer.
His tongue flicked my clit, and he groaned as I dug my fingers into his head. “My pussy,” he whispered.
Yes, yes. “Oh god,” I cried. “Don’t stop.”
His tongue moved down, slipping inside me, and he drew it in and out.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
His fingers circled my clit while he tongue fucked me.
The sweet, sweet torture was almost too much for me to take. His fingers left my clit, and they glided around to cup my ass. His face was buried in my pussy, and his mouth devoured my clit.
I leaned forward, giving him more access, and his name ripped from my lips. I rolled my hips into him, and he groaned as he ate my pussy.
My legs gave out, the pleasure too much to take. I gripped his shoulders as he maneuvered onto his back and laid on the floor. I followed him down, and my knees were planted on either side of his head as his face was buried in my pussy.
He hooked his arms around my legs and held me down. “Mace,” I gasped. “I’m going to smother you.” Growing up, they didn’t call me thunder thighs because I was a stick.
Mace grunted but didn’t loosen his hold. “Ride my face, Imogen.”
Oh. My. God.
I rolled my hips and braced my hands on the bed in front of me.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my climax shattered through me. “Mace,” I shouted.
He licked me gently, slowly bringing me down until I felt my need stirring again. “Stop,” I groaned. I lifted my hips from his mouth and sat back until my butt landed on the floor between his legs.
