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She used all of it. My fingers flexed in her hair. “Fuck, Georgia.”

She hummed softly around me, and the vibration went straight through my cock.

I closed my eyes for one breath and opened them again because not watching felt like a waste. Georgia drew back just far enough to lick slowly along the underside before taking me again, deeper this time. Her cheeks hollowed around the pull, and my thighs tightened.

I had been holding myself in check for hours. That mouth was going to end the effort quickly. I touched her jaw. Georgia released me and looked up, breathing a little harder.

“Too much?”

“Not remotely.” I drew her to her feet. “I want my turn before you finish me.”

Her expression warmed. “That is a much better reason.”

I kissed her, tasting the faint salt of my own skin on her mouth.

My hands found the clasp of her bra and opened it. The lace slid from her shoulders, and I filled my palms with her breasts while Georgia pushed the rest of my clothes to the floor.

Her nipples hardened beneath my thumbs. I bent to take one into my mouth.

Georgia’s fingers curled into my hair, and the soft sound she made changed when I sucked harder.

I let one hand travel down her stomach, beneath the waistband of her panties. She was already wet. My fingers moved through the slick heat between her legs, and Georgia’s hips came forward instinctively.

“Bed,” she murmured.

I lifted her before she could move. Georgia laughed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders while I carried her the few steps to the mattress.

“You know I can walk.”

“I know.” I laid her back and stripped the panties down her legs.

Georgia opened for me before I settled between her thighs.

The first taste of her made every thought I had been trying to hold onto less important. I took my time, letting the tension ease from her thighs before my tongue moved over her clit in long, steady strokes.

Her thighs softened around my shoulders.

I changed the pressure when her breathing changed, using what I had already learned rather than searching blindly. Georgia’s fingers threaded into my hair.

She rolled her hips toward me. “Right there.” I stayed with it.

The rhythm brought her closer in slow increments. Her breath deepened. The hand in my hair tightened. I slipped two fingers inside her and curled them while my mouth stayed on her clit. Georgia arched.

The sound of my name came low and rough.

I could feel the orgasm building before it reached her, the muscles inside her tightening around my fingers while her thighs drew in around my shoulders.

Then she came.

Her hips lifted hard against my mouth, and her cry filled the quiet bedroom. I kept the pressure steady through the strongest contractions, easing only when she tugged at my hair and her body began to soften.

Georgia lay back against the pillow, flushed and breathing hard. I kissed the inside of her thigh before moving up beside her. Her eyes opened slowly.

“I needed that.”

I brushed damp hair away from her face. “I know.”

She pulled me down and kissed me. There was no hesitation in tasting herself on my mouth. Her hand found my cock between us, and I groaned when she stroked me once. “I need this too.”