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“Don’t,” he said.
“I’m not very...” Her words died away when he swept her hand aside and replaced it with his own. He teased her nipple with his thumb until the skin around it went even tighter. Then he ducked his head and sucked her into his mouth.
She was small. He couldn’t tell her that wasn’t true. But it was her and she was perfect. And he loved the way her hips bucked against him when he scraped his teeth over her nipple.
He moved to the other breast and tugged her hips closer, groaning against her skin when she pressed into his cock.
“I...” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me, Gabe. For my birthday.”
Her words wound around his cock like a torturous stroke of a hand. God, yes. Yes, he was going to fuck her. But...
He let her nipple slide from his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you for your birthday.” He felt the way she stiffened in his arms, as if she were getting ready to protect herself. Gabe circled her wet nipple with his tongue. “I’m going to make you come for your birthday.”
She made a soft noise, a quiet growl of need and frustration. “No. That’s not...that’s not easy for me. I just want to do it. Really do it. I don’t want to worry.”
“Worry about what?” he asked, easing her off his lap. Once she was sitting on the couch, he slid her dress lower on her hips.
“About trying to come,” she whispered, suddenly shy after all the wicked things she’d said.
“You don’t have to try, Veronica. Just relax.”
“I can’t,” she said, but she lifted her hips and let him ease her dress off. Now all she wore were her little black panties. Gabe knelt on the floor between her legs. She shook her head when he pushed the coffee table aside.
“This is one of my favorite things to do in the world,” he said. “You’re not gonna let me have my fun?”
“What is?” she asked, watching him warily, her hands poised as if she didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.
He pressed a kiss to her thigh, then her hip, then on the front of the black fabric that covered her sex. “This,” he whispered. Then he closed his mouth over her pussy.
Even through the fabric he could taste her. He pressed his tongue hard against her and was rewarded with her shocked gasp. He smiled against her, nudged her with his nose. “Just let me. For a little while.”
He looked up and saw her nod. One tiny dip of her chin, but that was all it took. He tugged her panties down, slid them off her legs. He felt her knees squeeze in as if she wanted to hide herself, so instead of dipping his head again, he covered her dark blond curls with his hand. She was beautiful. So wet for him already. He stroked his thumb along the top of her pussy and watched the muscles of her thighs jump.
“You don’t have to try at anything, Veronica. Just let me touch you. Even if you don’t come, I still want to taste you. I want you on my tongue. I want to hear the sounds you make when I lick you. That’s all.”
It was a lie, but it was one she needed to hear. He meant to make her come if he had to eat her pussy for an hour. And he was good at it. He’d been one of only three men in his entire master’s program who’d been straight and single, so he’d been used for a lot of late-night stress relief. More important, he’d heard hundreds of discussions about sex from the woman’s side of things. And he’d always been good at paying attention.
Back then it had been a more selfish act. A twentysomething guy with a great reputation for going down? He’d loved it. Now he loved it for a different reason. He loved it because there was nothing hotter than making a woman come.
Veronica’s thighs relaxed as he stroked her clit. Her eyes relaxed, too. She was watching him past heavy lids now, her lips parted as her breath came faster. He stroked a hand down her thighs, urging her to open more. She did, just a fraction of an inch at first.
He bent down to kiss the inside of her knee, then higher up, then the very top of her thigh, and the whole time he stroked her clit with slow, soft movements. He dragged his tongue up the tight tendon of her thigh that led right to her pussy.
She tensed again, but he wasn’t going to do what she anticipated. Instead of licking the pink, wet center of her, he licked her plump outer lip, tasting how aroused she was for him already. She was so turned on he couldn’t imagine what a poor job some asshole had done at this the first time. She was nervous, yes, but she was glistening with arousal.
Still stroking lightly at her clit, he sucked her lip and gently worked his tongue against her. Then he did the same to the other side. Her thighs widened without any urging from him now. Her pussy spread open. She was deep pink and so gorgeous. Gabe swept his tongue inside her.
Her sound of shock was muffled, as if she’d kept her mouth shut tight against it. The taste of her pussy flooded his tongue as he dragged it higher. He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth, and he sucked at her clit. The sound she made wasn’t muffled anymore. It was a loud cry. When he flicked his tongue against her, she exhaled on a hiss. He watched her hands clutch at the edge of the couch cushions. And then he settled into it.
She wasn’t loud. The noises she made were soft and subdued, as if she didn’t want to disturb him. He started out with soft flicks of his tongue, teasing her a little, finding out what she liked. He eased his hands beneath her ass and held her to his mouth like a treat. He liked controlling her this way, holding her steady, feeling the way her muscles flexed and tensed at the pleasure.
When he licked her more firmly, she squirmed against him, just the way he’d wanted her to. “Oh, God,” he heard her whisper. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
He quickened his tongue to see if she’d like that, and she did. He sucked at her again, gently at first, then more firmly, feeling her small clit swell against his tongue.
“Gabe,” she groaned, her hips pressing up against his mouth.
He moaned against her pussy, letting her feel the vibration of it through her most sensitive nerves.
