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He removes his hand from my body and sits back. “What is it?”

“No one’s ever done this with me before. Used their mouth.”

“Never?”

“No.”

Dylan’s eyes turn feral. “Get in the back.”

I raise my eyebrows. “What?”

“This is your first time. I want to do this right.”

Oh. God.My nipples are hard and painful as I crawl into the back seat of my tiny car.

Dylan opens the driver’s side, shuts it behind him, and then returns to the car through the back door.

His eyes hook mine as his hands immediately go to my waist. My jeans come off easily. So does my underwear. He spreads my thighs so he can kneel between them, and I exhale and allow myself to be vulnerable.

With his hands braced on my knees, he looks at me.

“So what do you imagine it will be like?”

“Going to the gynecologist,” I say immediately.

He fights a smile. “Seriously? Why?”

“How could having a tongue down there feel good? And lips?” I shudder. “It just sounds so…oh, Jesus, Dylan.”

His first tentative lick between my legs has me trembling.

“How’s that?” he asks as he looks up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Are you having doctor nightmares yet?”

“Do it again,” I demand, my thighs already shaking around his head.

He gives another light lick, this time dragging his tongue all the way through my hot center.

Now I’m clawing at the car seat.

Dylan’s head comes up, and he focuses on my face. “You taste like heaven and rain and flowers. You’re drugging me, babe.”

“Holy shit, Dylan.” I grab the hair on his head with one hand. “Please don’t stop.”

“Is that what you tell your gynecologist?” he teases.

“Shut up.” I press his head back between my legs. “Just keep touching me like that.”

When he puts his mouth on me this time, he doesn’t let up.

He licks and sucks and kisses, and my moans get louder with each passing second. By the time he heads south, I’m ready to freaking explode.

One gentle thrust inside with his tongue is all I need. An orgasm so enormous takes over my entire body that by the time I stop calling out Dylan’s name long enough to remember my whereabouts, I’ve got his head in a vice-like grip between my thighs.

I release my hold, and he looks up with a smile.

“Best doctor’s appointment ever, I’d say.”

I tug at his disheveled hair. “I’d tell you to stop teasing, but I’m far too euphoric to bother.”