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I kept myself together, just barely, before dipping my head enough to tease my mouth over the lace.

“Crossland,” she groaned, her fingers digging into the comforter. “Please.”

And there it was. That breathypleasewas what I’d been waiting for, her tone laced with equal parts need and irritation. She was on edge, right where I wanted her.

I smiled up at her, gently adjusting her knee over my shoulder to bring her pussy right where I wanted it. Fuck me, I wanted to rip the lace off and sink my cock into her until she moaned my name over and over again.

“What?” I asked, knowing damn well what. I pressed the lace against her clit, using the textured friction to work her up even more as I drew circles around the swollen little bud. “You can’t be there already,” I teased, dipping my head and dragging my bottom lip ever so lightly up her slit.

Her thigh clenched where it rested against my face, and I knew she was, in fact, right there.

In that case…

I shifted the lace to the side and lapped my tongue through her heat, groaning at that first heady lick of her. Damn, she tasted divine, like salt and honey and whatever fucking dreams were made of.

She gasped, arching into my face as she sought her pleasure.

“Goddammit,” she groaned as I lapped and sucked and licked. “Goddamnyou.”

I smiled against her swollen flesh, not once stopping, her little pleasured curses only fueling my need to devour her entirely. I brought my hand up, sliding two fingers inside her while flattening my tongue against her clit. I pumped and curled my fingers in time with her breaths, quicker and quicker until she clenched around me.

“Cross!” she moaned, her body trembling as her orgasm rippled through her. Fuck, hearing her say my name like that, too worked up to get my full name out, made pre-come bead on my cock. I ignored its demands to unzip and sink into her, and instead focused on pumping her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, my fingers working in slow strokes until she went limp beneath me.

Gently, I pulled my fingers out, shifting the lace back in place over her gorgeous glistening pussy, and stood back up. I kissed her again and relished the little whimper that escaped her lips as our flavors collided.

I pulled back, grinning as I glanced at my watch. “I still have thirty seconds left,” I said, more than proud of myself.

She fisted my shirt. “Then let’s keep going,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.

My eyes widened. “You want more?”

“Please,” she said.

I saw it play out in my head, all the wonderful things I could do to her body, all the places I could explore to make her come again and again.

But…

“Aspen,” I said before her lips met mine in a more than tempting kiss. Fuck me, I didn’t want to stop. “We can’t,” I said.

She immediately backed up, confusion flickering in her eyes.

“I want to,” I hurried to say. “Trust me.”

“Then why?—”

“You’ve been drinking,” I said. “And there is a huge difference between making you come and fucking you so hard I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

Her lips parted in shock, her features telling me everything about how much she loved that idea without her having to say a word.

I kissed her again, a deep, hungry kiss so she wouldn’t take what I was about to do next as an insult.

“Get your gorgeous ass in this bed,” I said, hefting her up slightly so I could situate her under the covers. “And relax. Sleep.”

She leaned back against the pillows, looking only half convinced. “What about you?” she asked. “Where are you going?”

I shifted off the bed, standing as I looked down, admiring her. “I’m going to take a very long, very cold shower.”

She bit her lip, trying to stop her smile, and that look alone had me groaning.

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