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Then he slowed to a stop. No! And pulled himself out, leaving me hungry, gasping. I almost<br />
screamed, Don’t stop!—until I realized he had no intention of stopping anything. I felt his tongue<br />
swimming in my belly button, releasing another rush of wetness below. He opened me wider still,<br />
pressing my knees up and apart, holding me down, his face exploring me, kissing my thighs, the inner<br />
groves, nibbling greedily along my folds until he found my tiny, tight clitoris—fully engorged now—<br />
nosing it, lapping at it. He surrounded it fully with his mouth, sucking my lips and swirling his tongue<br />
around my tender, throbbing clit, making me utterly delirious.<br />
“Ohh yeah,” I sighed. This is for you. Let him. My hand clutched a fistful of his hair, while he<br />
cupped my butt, his thumb pressing into me, his tongue carving mad circles, pulling everything into<br />
focus.<br />
“You like that?” he murmured between flickering tongue strokes. “Yeah?”<br />
I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t. I gave way to an orgasm so intense I screamed into the ceiling as his<br />
fingers thrust and his tongue continued to circle and flutter through my cries. Oh god oh god oh god,<br />
I’m coming, yes! I had one hand on his headboard, the other clenching his hair, and I was bucking and<br />
gasping as it shot straight through my middle and out all four limbs. My eyes squeezed shut to hold on<br />
to the intensity of it all before it finally, cruelly subsided.<br />
He inched his way up my weakened body, kissing my stomach, rubbing his wet lips across my<br />
nipples, then pushing himself back into me; he was so hard, so fucking hard. I had barely caught my<br />
breath when our bodies came crashing together, my hands clutching his hips, my knees bracketing him<br />
tight, the friction making me dizzy. My pleasure mounted again. What the hell? And then like lightning<br />
I came again, throwing my head back. “Oh my god … Will! Yes! Oh, Will, oh …” I cried out, just as<br />
he came, saying my name, groaning into my hair, grinding into my body …<br />
Fuck.<br />
I covered my mouth and shut my eyes, both at the intensity of the pleasure and at my stupid, stupid<br />
gaffe. When he gently pulled out and rolled off me, I hoped, prayed he hadn’t quite heard what I had<br />
said. I mean, we were both so loud, and it was all so intense and so, so good … Why did I have to<br />
fuck it up?<br />
“So … yeah. Will. That’s your ex?” he asked the ceiling, while tugging off the condom.<br />
Damn.<br />
He looked at me and I nodded.<br />
“Why aren’t you with him?”<br />
“It’s complicated.”<br />
“It always is.”<br />
“I’m sorry. That was … an accident. And not worth discussing.”<br />
“If you say so.” He sounded sincere.<br />
Whew.<br />
“But you know what is worth discussing?” I said, rolling onto my elbow to face him. I tried to offer<br />
a coy grin, something to signal a change not just in subject, but in mood. “Your captain’s bed.”<br />
He bit.<br />
“Just because it’s got storage underneath doesn’t mean it’s a captain’s bed. It’s a small apartment.<br />
You have to conserve space.”<br />
My fingers moved up and down his firm stomach, following the soft line of dark hair that led to a<br />
neat thatch surrounding his penis, now spent and resting heavy on his thigh. This man was especially<br />
sexy when he wasn’t talking.<br />
“You are … amazing,” I said.
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