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“And did you decide?” Her voice was breathless.

“I did.” Landon stood, still holding her. Colette wrapped her arms and legs around him, enjoying the display of strength as he carried her.

They didn’t go far. Landon circled the arm of the couch, then lowered her to sit on the back. It was too high for her toes to touch the floor, so she kept hold of his shoulders.

Then transferred her grip to his hair as he sank to his knees before her.

Colette’s legs were already spread from having them around his waist as he carried her, but Landon grasped her knees, spreading them wider apart until the outside edge of each calf pressed against the cool leather of the back of the couch. One hand in his hair, Colette grasped onto a cushion seam with the other to hold herself in place.

Landon reached up and gripped her wrist, pressing his thumb gently but firmly against the inside so her fingers released their hold on his hair. Then he guided her hand to her own thigh, flattening her palm against the soft skin on the inside of her leg.

“You’re going to be a good girl and keep those legs spread while I taste you.”

She moaned, just the idea of him licking her pussy making her body clench in pleasure.

“Shave or electrolysis?” He traced a line up one bare labia to her mons, then down the other side.

“Electrolysis.”

Because her legs were spread wide, her outer labia had parted. When he leaned forward, she felt the wash of air against her clit as he exhaled.

“How do you rub your clit when you make yourself come?” He petted the hot, damp skin just below her clit. It was an odd sensation, not overtly sexual, but deeply intimate.

“Circles? Rub one side?” he demanded.

Now he pressed the pads of two fingers on either side of her clit and pushed them apart, stretching her clit hood tight over the glans.

“Answer me,” he warned. “Because if I need to spank you, I’m not going to bother putting you over my knee so I can get to your ass. I’m going to spank whatever’s in front of me.”

He gently flicked her clit, making it clear where he’d spank her.

Colette shrieked, sensation that could have been either pleasure or pain lancing through her.

“Too much?” He stroked her clit hood with a gentle finger.

“Yes. No. Maybe.”

Landon kissed the inside of her other thigh, then nipped her. “In that case I suggest you answer the question.”

“Usually, I use a toy. A little vibrator. Sometimes I don’t even take off my panties.”

“You don’t use your fingers?” He continued to stroke her clit hood, avoiding her clit itself.

“Sometimes.”

“And when you do, how do you touch yourself.”

“Circles. I rub around and around my clit with one finger.”

“Do you want me to do that right now? Rub your pretty, needy clit?”

“Mon dieu, oui. S’il te plaît.”

He tsked, and she realized she’d slipped back into French. With a whimper she tensed, anticipating—with both trepidation and excitement—a sharp slap on her clit.

“You’re lucky,” he said. “Because my need to taste your sweet pussy means your punishment can wait.”

Landon’s lips closed over the top of her sex, sucking hard before he licked her clit in a broad, smooth stroke. Colette screamed then, pleasure ripping through her. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but that first touch to her clit was like grabbing a live wire with both hands.