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Leighton whimpers, eyes glistening at the sight of me at her mercy. Shit, I’m near tears too with anticipation. She draws her legs together as if to quell the stinging absence of me.
I gently pull her long, lean legs apart and wait for her to make eye contact, to make sure this is what she wants. “I’ll make you come like you’ve never come before.”
She nods and bites her bottom lip. “Yes. Please. Yes.” Then she drops her head onto the mattress with a relieved sigh.
This time I manage to hold back my laugh. I love seeing this woman like this. At my mercy in the most delicious way possible.
With one sweep of my tongue from her opening to her clit, I have her chanting my name. It’s a fucking glorious sound. I’ve got a healthy ego and am confident enough, but I wouldn’t say I’m self-centered.
But when Leighton’s barely coherent, only able to say my name over and over again, like a prayer and a curse, it does something to me. I’m on top of the world.
“Fuck, you taste better than any fucking dessert.” I stand to loom above her and dip my head to crash my wet mouth onto hers. “Taste yourself. How sweet you are.”
She greedily laps at my mouth, arms and legs wrapped around me, seeking every ounce I have to give of her own essence. Her own arousal. It’s hard to do, but I eventually pull away and drop down between her legs. Desperate for more of her.
I bury my face in her pussy and she grinds against me, making my cock as hard as stone. I can’t get enough of her. I lick, suck, and kiss everywhere. Hips bucking and fingers yanking on my hair, Leighton rides my face. It’s fucking splendid and even more so when her pussy draws tight, squeezing, as she screams my name.
Her pleasure explodes onto my tongue. I was wrong before. I’m fucking king of the world when her taste gushes all over my tongue, spicy, salty, and sinfully honeyed.
17
LEIGHTON
Tom lifts his head from between my legs to gaze up at me, almost reverently. Something inside me cracks open at how real and raw this moment feels. His warm fingers make tiny, soothing circles on my inner thighs, and as he smiles, he licks his bottom lip.
There isn’t enough air in this room for me to breathe. I’m overwhelmed with the sight of him, of how he unraveled me so easily. My arousal covers his face, and he looks thoroughly satisfied. No, it’s more like he’s conquered something inconceivable.
I don’t know what to do with this. I’ve never…
Never has a man given to me first, made me come so fast and so exquisitely. But the most astounding part is him. I climaxed and yet he looks like he got off on it too. More than got off, he loved it.
All of this is nearly too much.
The back of my skull hits the mattress as I squeeze my eyes shut, reliving the absolute best orgasm of my life, and try to give my lungs time to remember how to breathe.
His voice, low and rough, pulls me from my bliss. “Leighton, you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” A smile skates across my lips when I think about his words. The way he spoke to me. “Damn, I don’t know why I never figured you for a dirty talker. I should have known.”
I was spread wide against his hot, dirty mouth, legs hugging the sides of his face. I’d never felt so alive and wound tight in the best way possible.
Every twirl of his tongue, pant of his breath, and inhale through his nose made me quiver.
His filthy words. No man has ever spoken to me like that before.
My thighs tightened, insides clenched.
His naughty words alone brought me to the brink. Inches from coming apart.
I almost died from the sheer pleasure of it.
“What?” He crawls onto the bed next to me, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You didn’t like it when I told you how much I wanted to taste your pretty pussy? Or how much I fucking liked it?”
Like wildfire, a hot flush spreads throughout my body, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. I’m burning up.
Until now, I’d have said I wouldn’t care much for dirty talk. In fact, I might have said I’d hate it. I mean, I always figured I’d be too self-conscious to enjoy it, to really take in anything said and actually believe it was genuine desire.
But Tom… The man has a way with words.
