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Because this moment, my tongue teasing Esme’s clit, is fucking hot.
Hotter than I ever could have imagined, especially when she moves against me, fucking my face, encouraging me to lick her faster, deeper, harder.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this pussy.”
“More.” She bucks against me, running her fingers through my hair, nails scratching my scalp. When I look up, I’m surprised to see her watching me.
And it makes my dick even harder.
“I need more.”
“I’ll give you everything,” I respond, circling my tongue around her clit as I press a finger inside her. When I add another one, stretching her as much as possible, she gasps, body momentarily stilling.
“You okay?” I meet her eyes, sliding my fingers out of her.
She nods quickly, chest heaving.
“Words, Esme. I need your words. Need to know this is okay.”
She takes several more breaths. When she returns her gaze to mine, it’s full of hunger and potent lust.
“I’m far better than okay, Creed.” She places her hands on my shoulders, gently nudging me back between her legs. “Keep doing what you were just doing, and don’t you dare stop until you make me come.”
“I love that dirty mouth, princess,” I remark, her words causing a renewed fire to course through my veins, an ache settling low in my belly. “I’ve been wanting to do this for years.” I move my tongue along her clit once more, pushing a finger inside before adding another. “Been wanting to watch your body shake. Drink every drop as you come on my face.”
“Creed,” she moans, throwing an arm over her head as she pulses with the rhythm I set.
I try to take my time and enjoy the way she moves. The way she moans my name. The way she fucking tastes.
But with each flick of my tongue, each circle of my fingers, each declaration of how much I want her, she becomes putty in my hands, her body climbing higher and higher until she’s nothing more than a bundle of sensation.
“Oh, fuck! Creed!” she screams, her cries echoing against the walls. Her body quivers and shakes, but I don’t stop licking her, massaging her, pushing her. I need every ounce of pleasure I can possibly get out of her. Want to remember them all. Want to savor them all.
Want to own them all.
When she has nothing left, she falls slack against the mattress. Then she clutches my face, pulling me toward her lips.
“Lieutenant Lawson,” she pants, struggling to catch her breath. “I do believe that tongue should be categorized as a deadly weapon.”
“And why’s that?”
She threads her fingers through my hair, tugging at it, and I arch into her touch. I’ll never tire of feeling her nails dig into my scalp.
“Because I’m pretty sure it just killed me. This is heaven, right? I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven. That’s the only possible explanation for such a mind-blowing experience.”
A throaty chuckle tumbles from me as I wrap her in my arms, never wanting to let her go. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her delicious scent.
“I take it you enjoyed that?” I meet her eyes.
“I’m not quite sure there’s a word in the English language to properly convey just how much I enjoyed that.” Her lips seek out mine, our kiss tender at first. “How much I needed that.”
She draws me closer, tongue swiping against the seam of my lips, coaxing mine to part. When she wraps a leg around my waist and pulses, I release a needy growl.
“Don’t make me wait any longer to have you.” I move my mouth to her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “To feel you.”
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I repeat, as if my confirmation would make it a possibility.
