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"I need to see you," he says roughly. "I need to set my eyes on all of you."
I know what he's asking for and without a moment of hesitation, I begin to tug off my dress, thankful that I didn't choose today to wear my torn bra.
He helps me get it off and I sit before him, dressed in nothing but a bra and panties.
His eyes are like liquid heat as they bore into me.
Emboldened by his gaze, I reach around to unhook my bra and he lets out a low hiss.
I'm trying my hardest to not be embarrassed. With anyone else, I would be, but with him, the need for him to touch me is greater than my embarrassment.
"Fucking hell," he murmurs, one of his hands cupping one breast. "This is the only thing I want to see each day until I die."
My back arches as his mouth lowers to wrap around one turgid nipple.
With his other hand, he slides down to my panties and tugs it down. I help him, feeling embarrassed by the wet spot in them.
Lifting his head, his darkening eyes look at the pants and then at me.
"Were you wet when I kissed you yesterday?"
One finger slides roughly across a nipple and I arch, offering myself to him with a moan.
"Yes, I was," I admit and his other hand cups the other breast, both thumbs now sliding across my straining nipples.
"Did you touch yourself?" he asks roughly. "Did you think of me while making yourself come?"
A hard tug on my nipples makes me whimper.
"Yes. Yes, I did."
He lets out a string of curse words before moving me to the middle of the bed.
"Open these sweet legs for me," he urges and my breath stutters as he lies in between my legs. I obey, nonetheless.
"What are you doing?" I ask stupidly, and he grins.
"I'm getting ready to feast," he answers simply. "Now, show me your sweet pussy. I've been dreaming of this all night and now I'm starving."
His words make a rush of wetness trail down my thighs, and with a mix of embarrassment and bone-deep want, I part my legs slowly and see ferocious hunger settle in his eyes.
"Best fucking day of my life," he mumbles before lowering his head and doing just what he said he would do.
He feasts.
When I first feel his tongue run down my core, my head hits the pillow.
"Jesus," I mumble, my eyes tightened against the onslaught of pleasure.
His tongue, teeth, and lips suck, nibble, kiss and draw every single tension out of my body. He eats me out like a starving man and when I begin to feel a tightening in my core, I shake my head.
Too fast. Please.
I grip his hair, to stop him or urge him on, I don't know, but he buries his tongue in my pussy and I whimper, my hips rising to meet him.
He holds me down with one hand while the other hand joins his mouth.
One long finger slides into me halfway and he fucks me with it as he lifts shocked eyes to meet mine.
