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That’s the only warning I give her before I do just that. I push my tongue inside her, needing to taste every fucking inch of her, and her hips jerk a little, her hands flying down to tangle in my hair. I grin against her flesh, hoping to have her riding my face before I’m done.
I trace my tongue over her slick folds before turning my attention to where I know she wants to be touched. Her clit is swollen and needy, and the second I drag my tongue over that tight bundle of nerves, Dahlia arches.
“Oh my God, holy… Dylan,” she babbles, hands tightening in my hair.
I squeeze her ass, pushing her pussy closer to me, sure my beard is probably scratching at her soft thighs.
“Your tongue…fuck…it feels…” she whimpers, her voice breathy and desperate.
“Feels what, petal?” I ask, turning my head to kiss the sensitive skin on her hip. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop…” But fuck, I don’t want to, not when the taste of her is fucking addictive, not when I’m dying to feel her thighs tighten around me and feel her come against my mouth. But I want to hear what she has to say. I want to listen to all the filthy, little confessions she’s panting for me.
“You know,” she whispers, tugging futilely at my hair again.
I chuckle. “Don’t pretend to be shy now, petal. Tell me how it feels, Dahlia. Do you like my tongue on your needy little clit, huh? Like having my face buried between your thighs? Like knowing I’m going to be dreaming about the way you taste for the rest of my fucking life?”
Dahlia shudders. “Yes!” She almost screams, and just to encourage her, I dip back down, pressing a kiss to her clit. “Yes, I like it. Fuck, it feels so good Dylan, please don’t stop. Please…make me come for you.”
Shit, she knows the perfect things to say to ruin all sense of control.
My girl wants to come, and I make it my fucking mission to give her as many orgasms as possible.
She comes with a scream when I suck on her clit, shaking as her thighs tighten. I don’t let up, though.
“More,” I demand, slipping my hand out from under her to push two fingers into her soaking pussy. She moans and writhes as I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her tighten around me, and fuck her hard as I trace small, fast circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Again and again, I force her over the edge for me, possessed by the way she tastes and feels and sounds. Giving her pleasure like this is almost as good as fucking her, but by the time she’s limp and I finally pull away, I can feel precome leaking from my cock.
I smirk down at her as I sit up. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are closed. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
Slowly, she blinks her eyes open, staring up at me.
“You okay there, petal?” I ask, running my hands over her calves, needing to touch her still.
“So much more than okay.” She giggles, shaking her head. Then her eyes dip down, and she bites her lip as she sees the hard press of my cock against my jeans. “What about you?”
What I want to do is fuck her, to sink into the perfect heat I’ve just felt around my tongue and fingers, but she has to be exhausted after four consecutive orgasms.
“Let me take you back home, you need to sleep,” I say gruffly, avoiding the question. I want her so badly I’m barely able to think of anything else, but I don’t want to push her.
“No!” Dahlia insists, sitting up suddenly. “I want to return the favor,” she says with a smile that makes me groan.
“You don’t have to.”
“But don’t you want me to?” she challenges, and fuck I can’t lie to her.
“Of course I fucking do.”
“I can’t feel my legs anymore,” Dahlia says with a teasing tone that makes me frown. “But my mouth still works.”
I blink at her. “Dahlia…”
“I want to taste you too.”
Fuck, I really do have no control when it comes to her. I grab her chin, tilting her head back.
“On the floor, petal.”
She rushes to obey, fitting herself in the footwell on her knees. My heart slams against my ribcage at the sight of her, willing and waiting, and I shove my jeans off to free my cock.
