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That shuts him up as he slides one finger through my slick folds. His response is to hum with appreciation as he shivers with need.
“I just have to…”
He leans closer and spears his tongue into me, moaning louder than when he licked that ice cream cone. He’s lapping at me, exploring inside me, finding that patch that makes me gasp with pleasure.
He’s intuitive and completely tuned in to me. It doesn’t take him long to learn which spots aren’t any more sensitive than my elbow, and which make me squirm with pleasure. Smart guy, he likes to make me squirm.
He changes position, maybe resting his fore-knees on the floor, because his angle changes, giving him more access to delve with his tongue, then slide between my folds to home in on my clit.
“Yes!”
A little praise goes a long way as he focuses his attention there. Between my wiggling and my desperate, keening noises, it only takes him a few minutes to make me gasp with pleasure. His tongue dives deep into my drenched channel, then his lips pluck at my clit with growing intensity.
I moan uncontrollably, my body quivering beneath his touch. His intuition astounds me as he learns where to focus his attention, bringing me higher and higher with each passing moment. I grip the bed sheets, my fingers digging into the soft fabric as he brings me to the edge of oblivion.
Realizing I’m too desperate to toy with, he goes for it, circling next to my clit with two fingers as his tongue thrusts rhythmically inside my drenched channel.
My emotions are whirling within me as my desire rises from arousal, to need, and finally to desperation.
I eke out one word, "Harder!" my voice filled with urgency. He adjusts his position, his tongue swirling expertly around my sensitive clit as he plunges his fingers deep within me, my body bucking against him in response.
Pleasure courses through me in a tidal wave, my release crashing over me with an intensity I've never felt before. My walls clench around his fingers as spasm after spasm sears through me, each one more intense than the last.
He doesn't let up, milking every ounce of pleasure from me until I'm left boneless and utterly spent. As I lie back on the bed, my body still tingling with post-orgasmic bliss, Chance joins me, his arms and torso resting on the bed while his horse half remains on the floor. The look of absolute adoration on his face fills me with warmth and joy.
I trace my fingers through his long, silver hair, relishing the intimacy of the moment. "Maybe you didn't hear me earlier," I say, my voice filled with affection. "I need to tell you again. I love you, Chance."
The non human part of him shimmies ever so slightly. This reminder that he’s not completely human sparks even more affection for him deep in my heart. His eyes light up, besotted by my words.
He leans in to kiss my fingers, his lips caressing them gently. "I'll never tire of hearing you say you love me, Jo," he whispers, his voice filled with devotion.
Fear jolts through me for a second. For the shortest moment, I actually thought saying I loved him might be a one-and-done thing. I’m not demonstrative. God knows, it wasn’t role-modeled for me as a kid.
It’s a great day for firsts. How about I step out of yet another comfort zone?
I roll toward him, grip his face so hard between my palms that he has duck lips, and say, “I love you, Chance.”
That wasn’t so bad. I think I can do it again.
“I love you, Chance. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
A bubble of laughter escapes me as I realize I crossed another bridge just now. It was scary for a moment and now it feels amazing.
He tucks me close and nuzzles me. We kiss, our lips move against each other as we proclaim our love. It tickles and is ridiculous and I feel more affectionate and intimate with this male than I’ve felt with anyone in my life.
My giggling stops abruptly when I realize my guy hasn’t come yet.
“I’ve been remiss,” I say as I sit up so I can position myself near his cock. “I can’t wait another minute to touch you.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chance
I scoot away from the bed, my heart pounding in my chest, as she joins me on the floor, her naked form gliding between my two sets of legs. The anticipation in the air is charged with desire and longing. I hold my breath, captivated by the way she gazes up at me, on all fours like a temptress ready to devour my very soul.
"My gorgeous lover," she whispers, her voice a sensuous melody that reverberates through my body and ignites a fire within me.
With steady hands, she reaches out and firmly grips me at the root, her touch sending electricity coursing through my veins. It's as if her skin is made of the finest silk, leaving a trail of scorching heat wherever it grazes my sensitive flesh. I need to keep my mind off what she’s doing or I’m going to come.
