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“Oh, God.”
He moaned. “You taste like the sweetest treat I’ve ever consumed. I need more.”
He kissed his way down her stomach, slowly working his way down her body until he was sprawled between her thighs, his breath a warm fan over her most intimate place.
“I’m going to make you see stars,” he vowed.
“You already have.”
He chuckled, the sound washing over her skin. “Then maybe, I’ll show you the whole damn sky this time.”
With that promise, he used his shoulders to spread her thighs wider. Leaning closer, he swiped his tongue over her folds with a moan.
“Delicious,” he purred.
“Fletch.”
His name was a whimper, a plea, and so much more. Her voice trembled. She was anxious, unsure, yet excitement thrummed through her blood. This was a moment she’d never expected to have. A man she’d never anticipated finding. A man she’d just taken as her mate.
He parted her with his fingers, but before embarrassment could take hold, he took her clitoris in his mouth and suckled.
“Oh, God!” she wailed, jerking her hips off the mattress and pressing up into his mouth.
He gave that husky chuckle again and brought his fingers into play, stroking through her folds. God, his touch set her pulse racing at a frantic pace that made her fear her heart might explode.
“I don’t… I can’t… Fletch!”
He took her beyond the stars. His tongue was like a magic wand, creating spells on her flesh that had pleasure crashing over her again and again. And he didn’t stop. He kept tossing her into orgasm after orgasm until the pleasure was a never-ending wave. She flew beyond the stars, out of the sky, and into space. Flew so high she wasn’t sure she’d ever come back down.
“Can you handle more, baby?” Fletch asked as he slid up her body, his shaft slipping along her thigh until it nudged at her folds.
She nodded, unable to form words, much less speak them.
His fingers brushed her sex as he took hold of his cock and brought it to her entrance. She was more than ready for him after the way he’d pleasured her with his mouth. Still, a moan fell from her lips as he pressed forward, filling her opening with his glans. His groan joined hers as he inched deeper within her sheath, not stopping as he forced her channel to accept his girth.
“Fletch.” His name was a whimper as she shifted her hips.
“A little more, baby,” he promised as he continued to work his way deep inside her.
She whimpered again, shifting her thighs wider then lifting them to grip along the outside of his. As if that were what he needed, he thrust hard, giving her every inch. He was almost too big for her, but she didn’t care. It was her first time, and he was her mate. They remained joined for a long moment. Fletch’s eyes were closed, a look of pain on his face.
“Fletch?”
“Shh,” he crooned. “Don’t move. Not yet. Let’s give you time to adjust. You’re so tight, baby.”
She tried to stay still, tried to lie placidly beneath him, but her body wanted more. She pressed her hips into the mattress then forward, rocking on his shaft. A growl ripped from Fletch’s throat, the rumble making his chest vibrate against hers.
“Fletch.” She was begging and didn’t care.
“Ahh, baby.”
His voice was hard, as if the words had been torn from him. Then he was moving. That thick shaft dragged along her sheath until she feared he meant to leave her empty. Then he paused, stopping with the tip still lodged inside her opening. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as if she had the strength to make him do what she wanted. She didn’t even know what she wanted, but her body was desperate to have him buried deep again.
Fletch dropped his head until his forehead pressed against hers while he slowly thrust back into her. He set a slow, deep rhythm, groans tearing from his throat while she mumbled unintelligible pleas. Her body moved in perfect cadence with him, rising to meet every thrust. Those tingles reignited inside her belly and grew more intense with every sensation shared between them. His lips dropped to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and she became pure sensation. The brush of flesh on flesh, tongue on tongue, the slow glide of him filling her.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t keep it slow.”
“Don’t,” she begged. “I need…more.”
