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I want inside her so desperately, I almost can't remember why I thought it was a bad idea. I surge up her body, letting my hips press into her core. It's then that I see it. Behind the need and the want on her face is uncertainty. Not fear, thank fuck, but the smallest hint of worry. It's enough to rein me in tonight.
"Bree," I groan, taking her earlobe between my teeth for a little bite, "I need to get my mouth on you. Please baby, can I taste you?"
I pull back until I can see her clearly. Her gaze is fuzzy, so I wait until she focuses on me. Her slow smile and tiny nod are all the encouragement I need. Locking eyes with her, I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and pull back, taking them with me. I don't take my eyes off of hers as I tug them down her silky legs, and off her toes. She helps me, raising one leg to kick them off onto the floor. She plants her foot on the bed, and slowly drops her knee to the side, exposing her wetness to me. She's glimmering in the moonlight.
My control snaps. I need her. I need to feast.
I drop my head and kiss her thigh, my tongue tracing patterns on her sensitive skin. I love the way her body responds to my touch, undulating and rolling under me. I want to know every inch of her. I'm going to drive her higher, wanting to savor how she tastes, needing to know everything about her.
"Nick," she gasps. "Please."
My tongue darts out, tasting her, and she's even better than I imagined. She's wet and ready as I drag my tongue through her soft folds. So fucking wet that I can barely stand it. She moans and bucks her hips against me, and I grip her against me, holding her still as I lick her again, and then again, and then again.
I slide one finger inside of her, and she cries out. Her hips buck, and she tugs on my hair. I can hear her breathing speeding up, and I slip another finger in as my tongue circles her clit. Her breath catches. She's close, and I want her to fly. I want to watch her, to see the ecstasy on her face. I keep my pace, and she moans, her fingers tightening in my hair.
Suddenly she throws her head back, and I watch as her body splinters apart. Her pussy clenches on my fingers, and she cries out, her hips bucking into my mouth. I love hearing her, feeling her. Her body is flushed, and she's tensing all over. She's so fucking beautiful like this.
She collapses back on the bed, and I slowly pull my fingers out of her. She's so wet, so fucking ready for me, and my cock throbs. I want to bury myself in her. I want to feel her wrapped around me, but she's not ready for that. Hell, I'm not, especially if it means that I lose her.
Her soft sighs combined with her fingers raking through my hair are nearly enough to make me come. I press my cock into the bed and trail my lips along her ribs, enjoying the quiet with her, even though my entire body is aching for release.
"Nick," she whispers, her fingers still raking through my hair, "why are your clothes still on?"
"Got distracted," I mutter, running my tongue along one rib, loving the way it makes her squirm.
"I want them off," she says, her fingers tightening, tugging on my hair. I love that feeling, and wouldn't mind her pulling a little harder.
"Tonight is about you," I whisper, pressing my hips down again. "I'm good."
She yanks my head back, and yep, I fucking love it. Her eyes are fiery as she glares at me. "Tonight is not about me. It's about us. And I want you naked."
"Not going to happen," I mumble, staring at her bare breasts. They're heaving in the most enticing way, and I'm more than a little distracted by them.
That's why she gets the upper hand. Damn Becca for teaching her so well. Suddenly, I'm on my back and Bree's on top of me, straddling my hips. She shifts until my cock is nestled right between her folds. The only thing stopping me from getting inside her is my shorts.
"Bree," I wheeze out, "we're not having sex. Not tonight."
She circles her hips, and my eyes roll back in my head. "Nick," she says, her hair in a halo around my face. "Shut up."
Her mouth is on mine as she rolls her hips, creating the best kind of friction. She's determined to drive me mad, but she's not trying to get my shorts off, so I go with it. Her hair is a wild cloud around her face, and she looks like every sexual fantasy I've ever had, all wrapped up in one perfect for me package.
I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't do anything but feel her as she takes what she wants from me. I grip her hips and roll with her, my eyes locked on hers, watching her feral smile as she rocks against me. I watch her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips, and I can't stand it.
I break, gripping her hips I grind her soft pussy down on top of me as I come in my pants. She works with me, grinding down on me, helping me ride it out. It takes me a second to realize she's not just helping me, she's coming again.
Wrung dry, I collapse back on the bed, and she follows me down, draping herself across my chest. She sits up just as quickly and frowns at me. "I want your shirt off, at least. Please?"
She doesn't wait, sliding her hands under my shirt and shoving it up my chest. I get stuck for a second, and her low laughter makes me want to put on a clown nose and make her laugh for the rest of her life. I'll make a fool of myself every day of my life if it means hearing that spectacular sound.
Finally, my shirt is off, and she tosses it across the room. I wonder if it's lying there on top of her panties. I like that image, our clothes tangled together on the floor. It feels right.
She lays down again, her bare breasts pressed to my chest, and my cock gives a little jump. He's not finished with her, clearly.
"Thank you," she murmurs, tracing a little circle around my nipple.
"You're welcome. For what? The orgasm?"
She laughs softly. "For that too. But I meant for everything. I wanted more...my body wanted more at least, but I don't think I was quite ready."
