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I stroke her silky panties. “Such pretty packaging. Show me what it’s covering up.”

She removes her panties and spreads her legs. “Do you like what’s inside the packaging? Do you like looking at me like this?”

“If you were an eclipse of the sun I’d go blind from not being able to look away.” I reach for her and she playfully smacks my hand.

“You can’t use your hands at all.”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Put them behind your back and just watch.” She parts herself and runs her finger between her folds.

My cock throbs with the need to be where her finger is.

Then she slowly inserts the finger and moans loudly.

“Take it back out and touch yourself,” I say hoarsely. “Let me see you work that clit.”

“Like this?” She drags a finger across her clit, then another, touching herself in a circular motion. As she quickens her pace, she moans again and breathes faster.

I stop her. “I’m taking over.”

She smirks at me. “Not into spectator sports?”

“I prefer to be the one on the field.” I move between her legs and thrust my tongue into her wetness, then drag it back to her clit and lap it.

Her hips jerk.

“I see you like the way I play,” I say. Turning my head from side to side, I rub her with my beard, and she bunches the sheet in her fists.

“Yes, I like the way you…oh, hell, that’s good,” she says. “Big fan of the beard.”

“I’m a big fan of this.” I take her clit between my lips and suck on it, then flick my tongue against it.

She moans. “Maverick…”

I increase the pressure and tempo and she presses her hips down hard against the mattress.

I follow, pushing my face into her.

Her thighs quiver, drawing closer to my head and I keep them apart, holding them still.

Tempest begins to thrust herself against me. “It’s so good…too good…I can’t hold…”

I stop. “You can hold it. You will hold it.” I press my lips against the outside of her pussy, drawing in the tender skin and sucking on it. I lift my head. “When you see this mark, I want you to remember my lips on your clit. My tongue inside your body.”

“Maverick,” she moans again. “Please.”

“What? You want me to finish this?” I slide a finger into her. “How? This way?”

“No, put your mouth back on me.”

“When?” I tease.

“Now, dammit!”

I chuckle. “Well, since you’re asking so sweetly…” I burrow between her legs and claim her clit like I’m never letting go.

Her moan is low and deep and then I taste the rush of her sweetness.