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We shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t want to tell him to stop. He pulls my jeans off, and they hit the floor with a finalizing thump. He dips his head down and kisses my clit through my panties. Oh God, that goes right to my core. His teeth close over the fabric just below my navel, and he drags it down, leaving me naked except for my bra. I gasp, and then his mouth is on my pussy. Licking, pushing his tongue inside—oh, goddamn. I wriggle, and he grips my hips, holding me against the mattress.

The first time, he was hesitant.

Not this time, clearly.

He licks me from clit down to my pussy, shoving his tongue in as far as it can go, fucking me with it. In, out, curling up and swiping at the sensitive spot just inside.

My hand tangles in his hair.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, not looking up. “You taste good.”

“Do I?” I murmur, breath hitching.

He lifts his head, sliding two fingers into me to the middle knuckle. Pleasure moves out in a quick wave. My head goes empty as he fucks me with them, loud, wet. Then, he pulls them free and slides his palm up my chest. His tongue drops to my clit again, flicking and sucking. The fingers just inside me slide over my lower lip. I’m so horny that, though I’ve never tasted myself, I part my mouth and let him push them inside. The taste is a little sweet. Dimly, I’m aware he’s got his mouth locked on my clit, licking fast, pushing me relentlessly closer to the edge. The two fingers in my mouth move in and out. Euphoric, I suck them the way I would his dick.

Oh…that’s it.

Pleasure bursts. A hot wave, an explosion.

My trembling thighs lock around his head. My body rocks with the waves. A moan rumbles from below.

Alright, so he was holding back the first time.

I expect him to sit up, roll on the condom, and fuck me, but he stays where he is. My orgasm ebbs until I’m a shivering mess on the bed, thighs tingling. His mouth slips from my clit and goes down to my pussy, licking the entrance. A low rumble comes from his throat. This is somehow the hottest and the most embarrassing thing simultaneously. The few men I fucked weren’t this into giving head. I didn’t realize how it would make me feel to be in the spotlight, how overwhelming.

But I’m not uncomfortable enough to ask him to stop.

I don’t want him to.

This is a new sensation. I’ve never had anyone eat me out right after orgasming. Everything is so sensitive, to the point of making me whimper aloud. My toes curl so hard, they ache. It’s overwhelming. I’m trying to breathe through it, but I can’t. My hand comes up and pushes his head out from between my thighs.

He looks up, catching his breath. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“It’s just…a lot.”

His eyes narrow, the corner of his mouth curling. “Stick with me, baby. Breathe through it, wrap those legs around me. I’m gonna make it worth your time.

I hesitate. I want it. God, I do.

My head sinks back, thighs parting. He rumbles his appreciation and goes back under. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to distract myself from how overwhelming everything is. His right hand comes up and runs firmly over my hip, kneading my thigh, cupping it. My hips melt into his touch. He licks my pussy, but this time, it’s less fervent, more a soft intro than the bridge leading into the chorus that just tore through my frame.

The bed is so soft, I’m melting into it.

It’s a hot afternoon. I roll my head to the side. The window is shut, but it’s old, and a faint breeze still flutters the curtain at its lace edge. It feels somehow significant that we’re doing it in the spare room. Mine feels like there’s too much history there. The steward’s house doesn’t feel like home. Here, in the guestroom, is something new.

This time, it doesn’t take long.

An orgasm pounds through me, more release than legible pleasure. I’ve never experienced them back to back before, and it leaves me unexpectedly limp. Everything is hot, satisfied. Sweat dots my chest. He pulls his mouth from my pussy and moans, brushing it wet over the inside of my thigh. His lips pull back, and his teeth graze the sensitive skin. My thigh trembles.

“You mind if I fuck you, baby?” His voice is a low rasp.

Do I mind?

I shake my head, too weak to speak. He pushes himself up on his knees and unzips his pants, taking his cock out. Seeing it in the broad daylight has me inhaling sharply. No wonder it felt like that. He’s very blessed.

I clear my throat. He pauses, condom in hand.

“You alright?” His forehead creases.