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He hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties, and with a jerk, takes the reins again. I step out of the lingerie.
“Now spread your legs for me, Butterfly. Let me see you.”
Flushed all over and dizzy with desire, I weave my fingers into his hair, holding onto him for support as I part my trembling legs, widening my stance, grateful that once again he’s in charge.
“So sexy, so hot,” he says, gazing hungrily at my newly exposed skin. Then, without warning, he leans over, flicking his tongue over the seam of me, and my knees go boneless.
God, how can one simple touch of his tongue be so intense?
I feel it everywhere, absolutely everywhere as he licks me again, teasing and probing, exploring me until I truly can’t stand another moment. I gasp as my legs buckle.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He catches me, easily lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the fairy-tale bed.
When he lays me down on the smooth white sheets, my pulse spikes, anxiety rearing its terrified head as he kneels between my legs and runs his warm hands down my thighs. I’m naked as the day I was born, and he’s still fully dressed.
I blush at the inequity, my voice raspy as I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Finishing what I started,” he says, his hands hooking behind my knees.
I know what he means, and I want it—oh, God, how I want it—but it feels even more intimate like this, lying down and stripped bare, with nothing to hide behind and nowhere to run if things get too intense. “I don’t know if—”
“It’s okay. I know,” he says, slowly but surely spreading my legs wide. “And I need to make you come on my mouth, Butterfly. I need it like I need air.”
Far be it from me to deny him breathing.
He lowers his face, kissing me there with such reverence my heart breaks a little. I never imagined it could be like this, that kinky things could be so unbearably sweet or filled with so much affection. That they could make me feel not just turned on, but cracked open, like a flower widening to the sun with no choice but to reach out and soak in the light it needs to stay alive.
But this might kill you. To have this and then lose it so fast . . .
For a moment, the thought is enough to scare away the rush of pleasure, but then Graham moans and tilts his face, beginning to devour me with a single-minded intensity that leaves no doubt he loves everything he’s doing to me, and I let go. I let go of worry and fear, and I give in to this, to this man who is everything I hoped he would be and so much more.
I fantasized about him when I was younger. But I never expected true pleasure could be this good, this transporting. I never knew he’d enjoy it so much either, but judging from the sounds he’s making as he devours me, we’re both sliding into a new plane of bliss.
I relax into sensation, letting my knees fall wide open, threading my fingers through his hair. Pure pleasure radiates through me as his tongue laps me up. It’s such an intoxicating mix of soft and filthy at the same damn time.
He slips his hands under my ass, pulling me to the edge of the bed and spreading me as his tongue glides across my wetness, up and down, then centering on my clit, where I ache for him. I ache exquisitely, and he knows just how to satisfy the need howling inside of me. He flicks his tongue, slow and deliberate, making my hips shoot up. Oh God, but I need more. More of him there, oh there, yes, there . . .
I rock into him, and he strokes faster, lavishing attention where I want him most, driving me into a fevered frenzy.
“Right there, oh yes, please, yes,” I beg, gripping his hair more roughly, bringing him even closer as he sucks hard on my clit and the storm inside me intensifies.
My head thrashes from side to side, my hair flying into my face. “Oh, God, Graham. Oh, God,” I gasp, and then I’m hurtling over the edge, coming with such force that it feels as if I’m tearing apart at the seams, shattering as my insides clench and release with a ferocity that is almost frightening.
I’ve always loved being scared. Only this isn’t terrifying in the same way. This is wonderful and wicked, and it makes me feel so much more alive, like my entire body is plugged in, lit up and flickering with a million lights.
I run my hands through his hair, expecting him to slow his pace and stop, but he doesn’t. He continues to consume me, his tongue pulsing deep inside, drawing out the exquisite release until I feel as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. Or perhaps another orgasm.
