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The tunic came apart seconds later, and she leaned down to press a kiss to my sternum.
“May I return the favor?” she asked, glancing up.
Guilt lodged in my throat.
It was very much like Olympia toaskbefore engaging in intimacy. She wasn’t like me, taking things when they weren’t offered. I was a beast, an uncivilized buffoon, and every cell in my body protested that I didn’t deserve someone as pure as Olympia.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice ragged with emotion.
This time, I tugged my trousers and underclothes down without waiting for her help.
She sat back, her gaze dropping between my legs.
“I didn’t get a good look last time,” she murmured.
Her fingers traced the vee of my pelvis with a deliberate slowness, delicate and teasing. Every touch, every caress, was a promise of exploration, a testament to the hunger that simmered in my belly—I wondered if it simmered in hers, too.
I felt the weight of her gaze, intense and focused, as she continued to trace that intimate path, her fingers igniting a trail of fire.
Under her gentle scrutiny, my shaft twitched, the cockhead welling with fluid.
“Your thighs are wet.” Her fingers slicked through the warmth gathered between my legs. “Very wet.”
I parted my thighs further, offering more room to explore. Her breathing grew shallow as the divot of my pussy came into view, hidden beneath my swollen clitoral shaft.
Her eyes darted up to mine, then back between my legs again.
“Yes,” I said before she could ask, my voice a low rasp. I reached down, holding back the length of my cock so she could see all of me.
“You’re gorgeous, Zoei.”
Her voice was a gentle caress against the drenched canvas of my thighs.
“And you smell…so good.”
She adjusted her position between my legs, dipping low so that I couldn’t see more than her forehead. But I felt each breath as it gusted against my most sensitive parts.
The long line of her back was a captivating masterpiece. Each freckle seemed to be strategically placed, like stars scattered across the night sky.
My gaze followed the curve of her spine, a sinuous path that led to the supple globes of her ass, each one a sculpted work of art. They beckoned with a sensual promise, a silent invitation that stirred my senses.
I felt a magnetic pull, a yearning to trace the contours of her body with eager hands.
In that moment, she was not just a person but a living embodiment of desire, a muse that ignited my senses.
The first touch of her tongue robbed me of breath. I froze, fingers fisting in the sheets. My knees parted even further, spurring her on.
Her tongue wasn’t hesitant or unsure as I expected it to be. Instead, she moved with confidence, pleasure reverberating in her scent as she tasted everything I had to offer.
As she flicked her tongue against the weeping crevice of my pussy, errant licks landed on the underside of my rapidly knotting cock. It took every ounce of willpower not to move—to let her explore and get her fill of my wetness.
But I ached. I yearned. Icravedthe feel of her lithe fingers inside my body or the suction of her mouth on my cock. Anything to ease the mounting pressure between my legs.
She was as patient a lover as she was in life. Nothing I did could hasten her pace. Each lick landed with exquisite precision, making low moans tumble from my throat.
I unfisted one hand from the sheets and caressed the crown of her head, telling her what a good job she was doing. Her breathing hitched against the sensitive skin of my pussy, and a soft whine of pleasure lifted in the air.
Her tongue moved faster, fingers pressing against the weeping crevice.
