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“You make me come five times, and I might get too tired,” I warn him.
“I’m taking that as a challenge,” he murmurs, just before he dips his head.
CHAPTER33
SCARLETT
The moment his tongue touches my sensitive flesh, I feel like I’m about to shoot off the bed. It’s like this every single time. The moment his fingers or mouth find me there, I’m lost. Overwhelmed.
Desperate for more.
He licks me from ass to clit, leaving no spot of me untouched. I shamelessly rub my pussy against his face, sucking in a sharp breath when he slides a finger inside of me, keeping it still for a moment. Letting me get used to it.
I’m already used to it. I want more. My whimpers make that obvious.
He adds another finger, his lips finding my clit, sucking it. Gently he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, his pace slow at first. Patient.
But I’m completely impatient. I want more. I want to come. And when he increases his speed, his fingers moving faster, his tongue circling my clit over and over, I draw closer to the edge.
Closer to bliss.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my voice strained, my hips lifting, seeking more.
He reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers, our palms pressed close together, and I squeeze his hand, that now-familiar overwhelming sensation sweeping over me, sending me spiraling.
The orgasm rocks into me, leaving me breathless. Weightless. I’m shaking, his name falling from my lips, and too soon he’s pulling away from me, reaching for that condom and tearing the wrapper off. I watch as he settles onto his haunches, rolling the condom onto his erection, and the remnants of my orgasm fade.
Replaced by a trickle of fear.
He’s big. And he’s going to somehow enter me? A couple of Tate’s fingers don’t compare to the size of his dick.
His gaze finds mine, and concern flickers in his eyes. “You look terrified.”
“Sorry.” I wince, and a relieved sigh leaves me when he settles on top of my body, covering me completely. He’s so big and hard and warm, and I love lying with him like this.
I feel safe. Protected. Maybe even...
Loved.
I’m probably getting way ahead of myself.
“Don’t apologize.” He kisses me, his lips soft, his tongue teasing. “We can stop at any time if you need to.”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want to.” His mouth is on mine once again, deepening the kiss, making me moan low in my throat. “But I think you’re ready for me, Scar. You’re wet and loose after your orgasm.”
I nod when he lifts away from me slightly, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it then.”
When I lift my gaze to his, I see he’s smiling. Shaking his head. “You act like we’re about to embark on this... tough project.”
“I’m just trying to prepare myself. It might not be pleasant at first.” I bite my lip, hating that I said that. I just want everything between us to be good.
Perfect.
“It’ll get pleasant.” His smile grows, and he kisses me yet again. “More than pleasant.”
“I hope so,” I say, sounding full of doubt.
