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I push her skirt up, exposing pretty pink panties. Fuck, I can already see how plump and juicy her pussy looks. So beautiful. I just have to stare for a few seconds and can already see a damp spot forming in the middle.
"So fucking hot." The strangled words leave my throat. I feel like I can barely breathe.
"Please," she gasps. "Please."
I shift her panties aside and slide my fingers along the folds. She mewls and undulates against the sheets.
I lick the essence and it tastes just like how she tasted last night, except better because I'm sipping it right from the source. She tastes like the most potent aphrodisiac and it's already working its way through my system, wiping out every thought of everything but her.
Heat rushes through my body but I tell myself to remain rational. I don’t want to rush this again like I did the last time.
But it's not possible to remain rational here.
So, I give up trying to think and focus on tasting her, finding every corner that makes her sigh and gasp and hiss. Her hands are buried in my head as my tongue digs into her pussy.
She screams with ecstasy when I do.
I watch her body move, more frantically as she loses her inhibitions. The hornier she gets, the more brazen she is until she's thrusting against my face, her eyes glowing, finger grasping. And fuck, I love her like this. I love her wild, crazed, wanting like this. I love...
I don't let myself finish the thought.
I scorch it from my mind with her taste. I feel her thighs tremble and I hold them open as I eat her out in earnest, getting drunk off her cries. My cock is throbbing like a motherfucker but I don’t care. I don’t reach for it, not even to release myself. This isn’t about me. It’s about her.
Fuck, everything is about her. How she tastes, sounds, smells. And I don't stop, not even when my jaw starts to twinge. I can't stop.
Not until she comes with abandon all over my face.
Chapter Nineteen
Ava
Truetoherword,Patience does call the next morning to send over the owner's number and address.
“You should probably go over in the evening,” she says. “He’s not too nice to talk to in the afternoon. Well, he’s not too nice to talk to regardless, but… maybe after a few beers he’s more awake.”
“Oh, alright. Thanks so much, Patience.”
“No problem! And let me know if y’all want directions to our lover's pond. Or to Lake Richardson itself. They’re both right around the corner from Old Man Clancy's, and I promise you, they’re beautiful. Rumor has it that every couple that goes there end up married in the first year.”
“Uh, no, that’ll be fine. Thank you.” I hang up and turn again to see Maddox, who’s lying beside me in bed, watching me with one hand absently playing with the curl of my hair. He’s been like that for most of the night, even after he gave me about three orgasms.
After my body was spent, he dragged me into his arms and just laid there with my ears on his chest not saying anything until the phone rang.
I think we've silently decided not to put any labels or titles on this thing going on between us. We don’t even talk about it.
And till now, I don’t understand.
I mean, I get that we’re not talking about it. Talking about it makes it somehow more real and reality makes it scary.
But then, this isn't how I expected sex with him to go either. I thought after the first orgasm, he would expect me to return the favor. Or he would pick up his phone and go back to work as if nothing happened.
But no. He holds me and plays with my hair for most of the afternoon, and that confuses me even more.
“She sent over the address,” I tell him.
“Good.” He shifts to get out of bed. “Then let’s go.”
“No, we can’t go now,” I say. “She says that it’s a bad time. We should go in the evening. He's more friendly when he has a few drinks in him.”
