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She’s just as obsessed as me about this. About us doing this.
I can’t wait any longer. I stomp in until our chests are colliding and our mouths are mashed again. And our tongues are wrestling. And our groans are dueling.
We attack each other like that, bringing our all to every thrust and growl and push. We honor every spark of the conflagration. Treasure every gust of the tempest. We hold each other, filled with awe, as the inferno rises and shoves at the walls themselves. It’s potent and sweet and perfect, like lightning-charged wine. An aphrodisiac blended only for us. A high I’ve never experienced before.
Heights I have to keep climbing…
The woman I have to keep exposing.
Though this time she’s got the advantage on me. With a pair of easy tugs, she’s got my loungewear shove down to my ankles. But even after stepping out of the puddle and fully focusing on doing the same to her, I’m grunting in frustration. These damn trousers have more ties and hooks than a formal corset and cage crinoline!
“Get it off,” I growl at her before long—and instantly thank myself for doing so. Her breathing quickens and the tips of her breasts are berry red. My inner taskmaster is flowing her blood to all the right places. At least the parts I can see…for now.
And isn’t that the perfect prologue for my new obsession?
Getting to the parts I can’t see.
Spreading them. Opening them. Possessing them.
The promise, although so private, juts my cock and weakens my knees. I fall to them before her, and already seize both sides of her backside to compel her closer.
And she complies.
And she’s here.
In my mouth. On my tongue. Tasting so good. Trembling so perfectly.
I lick deeper into her, roaming my tongue up into her delicious tunnel. My name explodes from her lips as her lithe fingers dig into my scalp, jolting my brain with fire and my senses with light.
But I need to access more. To see more of her, surrendered to me. Swollen for me. Trembling for me. Her blaze matching mine. Her lust as mindless as mine. Holy God, if that’s even possible.
So I force myself to draw back. It’s like setting down my spoon during the world’s best dessert. Ravenous torture. Especially when the confection is still right there, so shimmering and sugary and close.
That makes my nod at the couch more of a fast jerk, but thankfully Quinn is watching. Oh yes…my every move.
“Back down here,” I order softly. “Where I can gaze at every gorgeous inch of you.”
