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Her fingers dig in my hair as her body melts open for me, her head falling back as she lets out the sexiest moan.

Jesus, I forgot how good she tastes. I let out a moan of my own as I move to the edge of the bed, sliding down to my knees. I tighten my hold around her waist and tug her closer as her legs wrap around my neck.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Her back bows off the bed, hands clawing my neck as jolts of pleasure ricochet through her. She wiggles her ass and thrashes around, her body moving in rhythm with mine. There’s something so fucking hot about a perfectly put-together woman losing herself to her pleasure. Especially someone like Kira, who seems to always be aware of her appearance. Her mask is slowly unraveling before my eyes, and I fucking love that I’m the one loosening the threads.

“Oh my God. Right there,” she says, her voice trembling as she finds her confidence.

I glide a hand up her stomach and press her belly so that her lower back is flat against the bed.

Her mouth falls open, her eyes rolling back in her head as she bites her knuckle and her first orgasm crests against my tongue.

“Oh, God. Yes,” she cries out. She bucks against me, frantically trying to pull my mouth closer, to deepen the pressure she desperately craves.

“Harder. Yes! Please, just right there,” she pleads, but I hold steady, keeping my movements soft and deliberate, despite her thrashing and scratching.

I smile to myself as her pussy pulsates against my tongue, feeling a sense of pride wash over me.

“Oh my God. That was…” she starts to sit up, but I push her back down, and when I look up at her, I give her a wink.

Understanding dawns on her, and her lips part, and she lets out a breath. I swear I see a flicker of something that looks a lot like fear flash in her eyes when she realizes I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

This is only the beginning.

“You okay?” I ask, tugging her legs closer as my tongue swirls over her clit.

“Yeah,” she breathes, trying to squirm out of my grip. “It’s just so…sensitive…”

I have to bite back my laugh. She’s not so big and bad anymore, now, is she?

“Oh, it’s sensitive? Poor baby,” I say mockingly as I hold her firmly. She isn’t getting out of this that easily.

Throwing her arm over her eyes, she makes a sound that’s something between a laugh and a cry. “Oh fuck,” she hisses. “I hate you.”

But her body tells me something different. Her legs fall open, practically begging me for more.

“No, you don’t,” I tease, loving that even in the height of her pleasure, she still can’t help but fight it.

Sliding a palm up her waist, I savor the feeling of her velvety soft skin as I take my time, exploring her curves. Touching her in all the ways I’ve imagined.

My tongue glides across her swollen clit as I lick and suck her, paying attention to her little gasps when her breath catches as I quickly memorize all the things she likes.

The thing about women is, they’re all the same but different. There are a few universal moves that will get the job done, but if you want to master the art of eating, you’ve got to pay attention to every single micro-expression. You need to be able to read them like a fucking book, noting everything that gains a reaction.

It’s simple really. Once you figure out how to understand body language.

Like for instance, right now, the way she’s trying to squirm away from me. That means the pleasure is building so much it seems like it’s almost too intense. But the real masters know that means she needs more.

Locking my arm around her hips, I cup her breast in my palm and brush her hard nipple with my thumb as I keep a steady pace. My flat tongue deepens the pressure only slightly.

When I feel her body begin to quiver, I know she’s right there.

“Oh shit. Fuck. Oh, my fuck,” she whines, her voice ten octaves higher than usual as she bucks against me, her legs kicking to break away.

Once again, her attempts to squirm free are no match for my strength. I press a hand over her chest to hold her down, as she flails her legs, kicking and moaning. When I see her face scrunch up like she’s almost in pain and her muscles go rigid, I know she’s close.

Keeping my eyes locked on her, I slide a thick finger inside her tight heat, followed quickly by a second.