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herself open with one hand and traced the inner
folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other
hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip
trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh
and raged.
I like a man to stroke my lips until I m dripping
wet and I feel I m going to die if he doesn t fuck
me soon. Even if I m begging for him, he just
keeps teasing and teasing until I don t think he ll
ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger
inside me. She traced her opening with her
fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her
pussy clenched, trying to draw it deeper within.
He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.
She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then
rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure
radiated from her core, begging for a more
rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself
rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself
the relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions
deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized
way Gabe watched her motions, while matching
her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust
into the stratosphere. She d never been more
turned on in her life and he d scarcely touched her.
She didn t know what excited her more: her
fingers on herself or Gabe watching her as if
hypnotized. But she was lying about what a man
did to make her hot. That s how she got herself
off; she d never had a man figure it out. But telling
him. Showing him. There was no way he could get
it wrong.
Then, she said, her voice low and husky,
when I start coming and my pussy is clenching,
he pounds two fingers into me over and over
again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and
higher.
I can smell how turned on you are, baby,
Gabe said. I want to taste you. What do you want
me to do with my tongue?
She never expected to like this openness in
the bedroom. She d imagined it would be
the bedroom. She d imagined it would be
embarrassing. It wasn t as hard to tell him what
she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And
showing him? It just made her even hotter.
I want your tongue firm and writhing against
my clit until my juices are dripping down my ass,
and then I want you to lap up the hot mess you
created. She captured her juices on the tips of
her fingers and brought them to her mouth. I want
to taste myself on your lips when you kiss me
afterwards. She licked the cum off her fingers.
Mmm. Dirty.
He dove onto the bed with her, catching her
thighs on his shoulders as he buried his face
between her legs. His tongue brushed against her
clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but doing
it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue
against her clit and shifted so he could trace her
inner folds with two fingers the way she d showed
him.
Oh yes, Gabe. she gasped. He pleasured
her so much better than she pleasured herself. His
lips latched onto her clit and he sucked. I love
that, she said. No one s ever done that . . . Oh
that, she said. No one s ever done that . . . Oh
God! Wait. I think . . .
He released her clit, leaving her orgasm just
out of reach. Don t come yet, he said. You just
told me you like to be teased.
Maybe I m multi-orgasmic.
Are you? His tongue brushed her clit, and he
continued to trace her aching opening with two
fingers.
I don t know. No guy has ever made me
come before.
His eyes widened. Never?
Not unless I help him out by touching myself.
You re kidding.
She shook her head. I wish I were. I usually
just fake it. Why had she told him that? Her face
heated with embarrassment.
Don t fake it with me, Mel. If what I m doing
isn t working for you, tell me.
It s working for me. That sucking thing really
worked for me. She hoped he took her hint
without making her beg him to suck her clit again.
Do you like a finger in your ass when you
come? he asked before his tongue flicked her clit
come? he asked before his tongue flicked her clit
again. Her entire body jerked in response.
I don t think so.
Have you ever tried it?
Well, no, but . . .
I ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.
Her already thundering heart raced out of
control. What in the world was she agreeing to?
Okay.
He fell silent as he concentrated on pleasing
the flesh between her legs with his lips. His
tongue. His hands. The suckling sounds were
almost as erotic as the feel of his mouth on her.
He traced her slippery lips with his fingertips,
teasing her until she bucked against his hand.
Fuck me, Gabe. Please. Just . . . Just put it in
and pound me. Pound me hard. I want you so
bad.
His finger slid deep, and she took a strangled
breath. She rocked against his hand, wanting him
to thrust his fingers in and out of her though she
knew damned well she d just told him she d like
him to hold his hand still at this point. He sucked
her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with
her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with
the flat of his tongue. Ah. Wow. Yes. Like that. Oh.
Fuck. Gabe!
Her womb clenched. Spasms of release
coursed through her pelvis and spread through
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