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I smile. "I guess I get the new and improved version of you, then."
He smiles and lowers his head, licking my clit. I gasp, " K–Cross."
He stops and lifts his head. "Killian," he corrects me. "I want you to call me Killian."
I nod and watch him go back at it. He slides his tongue up and down my slit, and he sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue.
I toss my head back, sinking into the bed and sliding my fingers in his dark hair. "Oh God. Yes. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
He releases my clit, and his eyes flick to mine. "I won't. I like to eat all my food."
My legs widen, and I grind my pussy on his mouth, and he groans. "Yes," I moan.
It feels so good. The way his tongue swirls over my clit has my orgasm cresting fast. It's like he knows how to get me there every time with no effort. The man’s tongue should be banned.
He kisses the way he eats pussy. Now I'm going to want this every time I feel his tongue. My breaths come out short and quick when he goes harder and harder.
"Don't stop, Killian. Please. I love it when…"
He dips his tongue inside my pussy again. "Yes, that. Right there. I love it when you suck…"
He does it again.
Fuck.
I grind into his mouth and feel my arousal slide down my ass, making a mess of the white sheets. My head hits the pillow as my orgasm begins to build higher. He holds my hips but doesn't let up.
He doesn't stop.
I come hard. "Killian," I breathe. "I'm coming!" Tingles spread across my skin, reaching the center of my pussy. I can feel my walls spasm on his tongue.
He groans, making sucking noises as he licks me clean.
I watch as he looks down at my pussy and then places a kiss between my lips. He lifts his head. "Damn." He licks his lips. "You taste as good as you look."
My eyes meet his, his lips wet and swollen. "You kiss the same way you eat pussy," I say softly. "Dangerous."
I lean closer, and he meets me so we’re at eye level, kneeling on the bed. He's so much taller than me. His muscled chest is carved like a statue dressed in sweatpants. His ripped muscles have tattoos all over his skin. Especially over the scars on the right side of his chest.
I slide my hands slowly over his abs, feeling every dip with my fingers and hoping he doesn't pull away. His eyes follow my fingers, feeling his hot skin until I reach his neck and then his face.
My eyes lift. "You’re perfect," I whisper.
He slides a dark strand of my hair behind my ear. "And you're the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on." My heart swells, and my stomach flutters with butterflies. I slide my fingers down to the waistband of his sweats, but he places his hand over mine, stopping me. I stare up at him. "In time. I'm not in a hurry."
"But I want to…"
I want to give him the same pleasure he gifted me moments ago. I want to finally taste him in my mouth for the first time.
"You don't have to."
I pinch my brows in confusion. "But…"
"We have to go. We need to get back."
And just like that, the moment is broken.
After getting dressed, we're in the car, heading back to the tunnel where the boats are docked to return to the island.
