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My mouth opens to his tongue like so many times before, but his kisses are more drawn out. There is no rush, and I love it. I lose myself in his lips and lazily erotic licks. Buck’s roaming hands caress my pussy, stomach, and breasts. He rubs a thumb over my nipple through the fabric of my sweater, and I shiver at the new sensation.
My resulting moan sparks an uptick in Buck’s urgency, and I feel him grip the hem of my sweater.
“Need to touch your skin, baby.”
Without another thought, I swallow down my self-consciousness and toss my sweater aside. His hooded gaze runs all over my skin, his eyes dark and hungry. With his hands at my back, one pluck of his fingers undoes my bra. I gasp as he gently sweeps each strap off, one shoulder at a time until the lacy thing falls away.
“God, you’re beautiful, Grace. Did you know that?”
I don’t know what to say, so I go with, “I feel beautiful when I’m with you.” It’s such a cheesy line, but Buck doesn’t laugh or scoff or do anything but absorb the sincerity of what I said. “You should feel beautiful all the time.”
There’s no time to process the pang of emotion that brings up because the next thing I know, his mouth is around one of my nipples. I gasp as his wet tongue coaxes my aching bud into a tight peak. The combination of his mouth, his tongue, and his breath spikes an intense ache between my legs. The throb is reborn in my spent pussy. I want to feel his mouth everywhere.
“Buck,” I rasp.
He hums, murmuring sweet nothings as he switches to the opposite nipple, licking and sucking while working over the opposite breast with his rough, work-worn fingers.
I give in to the instinct to touch him, running my hands through his hair, neck, and massive shoulder blades as he plays with me and works me up. I automatically loll my head back and arch into him, pressing my chest forward, letting him know I love what he’s doing. He can keep going with that for as long as he wants. But the moans that escape me let him know I want more. I need more.
My hands tug at the back of his shirt, and I want to cry at the loss of contact when he backs away from me to yank it off over his head.
But then I’m rewarded again when he rolls me onto my back and resumes kissing, allowing my greedy hands to explore every inch of skin I can reach.
On instinct, I hook both legs around him, needing him closer.
“Baby,” he murmurs between sensuous licks to my nipples. “I’m gonna taste you.” On the one hand, yes! On the other hand…I reach down between us and cup his hard cock. He’s holding back. So much. “D-don’t you want to fuck me? You’re so hard, Buck.”
He laughs roughly and softly nibbles a patch of skin on my chest. “I’ve been rock hard since I ended our date last night, Grace. Once we start that, I won’t last long. I want to make this good for you.”
“You already have,” I whine.
He hushes me with his devious mouth, licking into me hungrily. “Don’t be a martyr. You need this part as much as I do. Trust me.”
“I trust you…I…”
I barely get the words out before Buck is wrecking my leggings, forcing them down my thighs and pulling them completely off, along with my underwear.
I watch in awe as his shoulders spread me open; his face looks like a wild man. There is no further preamble or lazy, teasing kisses over my stomach. He’s just…going for it with his whole face buried in my aching pussy.
Buck pays no mind to my shocked gasps. He’s so good and so, so much. I’ve never felt so intensely bathed in attention. I’ve never felt so adored. So worshiped. I don’t know what drugs feel like, but this must be better than that. His tongue, his lips, his teeth…I feel him everywhere. And I hear nothing but scandalous wet sounds of his bathing tongue. He’s feasting on me.
His groan of pleasure and frustration vibrates against my damp folds pushes me deeper into this vortex of over-the-top sensations. “Relax, Grace,” he grits out, sweeping his tongue from the very bottom to the very top. With the barest brush of his tongue against my clit I nearly come apart again, but not yet. I realize then that I’m white-knuckling the duvet and let go. My body becomes liquid in his hands, in his mouth…
“Good girl,” he murmurs against the sensitive flesh there.
Just when I think it can’t get any better than this, he hooks one of my thighs under his arm and pushes my knee up against my middle. The overall effect is a deepened, intensified burst of sensation. Another shocked moan from me sends him into a feverish rhythm as he works my clit and feeds my entrance with one finger, then two, stretching, stretching, stretching.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“In a minute, I’m still eating.”
I give in to the urge to reach down and grip his head, digging my nails into his scalp. He chuckles against my sensitive flesh and then devastates me by covering my clit with his mouth and sucking. All the aching, all the throbbing, all the need comes to its apex, and I explode.
He’s just given me my second orgasm, and that’s it. It’s all over. I have nothing left to give him, but I’m thoroughly addicted to whatever the hell he just did to me.
CHAPTERTEN
Buck
