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Her aroma drifted to his nose and he wanted to taste her and prove she tasted better in real life than she did in his dreams. Her pants were beneath his knees as he sank to them, cupping his hands under her calves before he tugged her toward him.
She stiffened the barest of moments, but he saw it and lifted his head from where he stared at her pussy to find her gaze on him. He wanted to feast on her like a starving animal. He tugged a bit more, spreading her legs wide, opening her to him. He was surrounded by her heady, spicy scent.
Dipping his head, Mitchell kissed the inside of each thigh before brushing his nose so close to her his breath danced along her skin, but he didn’t touch. No matter how much he longed to do so. Eyes up, he waited for her to look at him. The moment their gazes locked, he put his mouth over her core.
Her taste coated his tongue as he dragged it up and it didn’t take him longer than his next breath to know he wouldn’t get enough of her. Any of her.
Her hips bucked and he shook his head, unwilling to cheat himself of the time he craved to explore every inch of her. With his left hand, he lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder, the heavy weight only egging him on. He needed both legs clamped around his head, heels digging into him as he enjoyed her.
Up and down he lapped at her, dipping his tongue in only to retreat when she would shift against him.
“Mitchell.” A warning? A plea? He wasn’t sure.
His right hand gripped the inside of her thigh, his hold unwavering, and he pushed her more, needing more space for his shoulders so he could indulge. She was shameless in her begging and he loved the way his name dripped off her lips. But it wasn’t enough.
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and she grabbed a handful of his hair—tugging without mercy as she tried to hold him to her.
He had no plans to leave where he was. His rhythm was…there was no rhythm. Fast and slow flicks of his tongue. Nips of his teeth and deep sucks. Everything he did ramped up his own need but also increased it in the woman sprawled out before him as a feast. She couldn’t hide it from him. Not honestly.
The way she wriggled, begged, and threatened told him all he needed to know. When she sank her other hand into his hair and yanked as his name tumbled from her lips in a low cry, he pushed his tongue deep inside her, taking all her cream. Thumb on her clit, he rotated it, not allowing her to come down from her high. He wanted her to continue floating until he was joining her. They could settle together. After.
Mitchell reluctantly withdrew his tongue from her and licked his lips as he watched her wriggle before him, her skin shining with a sheen of sweat. He pushed a finger inside her heat and focused on the way her full lips molded his name.
Shit! Her pussy gripped his finger like a vise. Sucking in a sharp breath, he began moving it slowly, mimicking what he longed to do with her. And he told her.
“Mitchell,” she gasped, interrupting him.
He nipped and licked the inside of her left thigh. “What, Flykra?”
“Need you.”
Thank God because his cock was on the cusp of declaring mutiny. He rubbed himself with his heel and groaned.
“You ready for me, baby?”
Her tongue flicked over her lips as she nodded, her fingers loosening their grip in his hair before smoothing down part of his face.
“Yes, Mitchell.”
One final kiss to her pussy and he stood, fingers attacking the waistband of his boxers. Her dark gaze never moved from his hands as he pushed them down, his cock springing free, long, thick, and hard.
A low moan filled the air and he realized it came from the woman he craved more than his next breath. He grasped himself and stroked as he watched her. Her parted lips, pointed nipples, spread legs, damp core, all of it. Waiting for him.
She lifted a hand to him and he stepped away, knowing if he touched her right this second his final thread of control would snap.
“One second, baby. Protection.”
A single nod but she didn’t take her gaze from him. Dick hard and angry he was not inside her, Mitchell stepped to his bags and ripped into the one he used to have condoms in. He’d not been seeking female attention and hadn’t been carrying them but thankfully he found three. Tossing the partial strip on the bed beside her, he returned to the mattress, loving how her breathing kicked up a notch when he kneeled on the bed.
