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She looks up and I see my desire reflected back at me. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yes…” I mutter, because I don’t want her to stop. “And no.” Because there’s no way I want to come this soon.

She laughs again, like she’s enjoying torturing me. “You want me to stop?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

My hips roll, showing her the rhythm I need, and she looks up at me, her eyes lidded, mouth parted.

Her hand has the right pressure to set every synapse in my body on fire. Every time she reaches my tip, her thumb brushes me, precum leaking out of me. She has this expression of concentration on her face that’s fucking adorable. Her tongue is between her teeth, her eyes are dark, and I can’t stop looking at her.

I feel high on her presence. Like I could fly if I wanted to.

Before I can tell her I’m not going to last, she leans forward and wraps those pretty, teasing lips around me, her soft hair tickling my thighs as she slowly moves her mouth down.

“Christ.” I can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but feel the sweet pleasure of her fluttering tongue, the tight suction of her mouth.

I tangle my fingers into her hair. “You look so beautiful like that.”

She actually sighs around me. Then she hollows her cheeks and creates the kind of rhythm that could make a man go insane.

My head tips back, my breath stutters. My muscles contract. And all the time she licks and teases. I can’t believe I’m on the edge already, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grasping the sheets, because this is too good and I… fuck…

Everything in me tightens. I’m a breath away from coming.

“Georgia,” I manage to gasp, because I’m a fucking gentleman, and I’m not coming in her mouth without her consent. “You need to stop.”

She looks up at me through her lashes, and I know she heard me. But she doesn’t release me, just keeps on sucking, until I’m a damn mess of pleasure, my back arching, my cock pulsing, my mouth opening with a shout.

“Fuck.” I double over, holding her head, as I come in her mouth. And she still doesn’t move. Just watches my face and takes every damn drop.

My heart slams against my chest, my body pulses and all I can think about is how perfect this woman is.

My head tips back as I gasp for air. “Next time I come I want to be inside of you,” I tell her, my voice thick, as I pull her next to me, until her mouth is a breath from mine.

“Now?” she asks, looking amused. And pleased with herself. Which she should, because she’s a good fucking girl.

“Give me five.”

She laughs as I kiss her softly. A wave of gratefulness washes over me. It’s been a shitty day, yet somehow being here, now, holding this woman against my body, makes me feel like it’s perfect.

Like I’m not alone anymore.

I don’t linger on that thought too long. I’m too busy kissing her, sliding my hands down her body, feeling the perfect smoothness of her behind. And when we finally pull apart there’s a smile on her face that matches mine.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Hi,” she murmurs back. “I like your room.”

“I quite like it myself right now,” I admit.

She lets out a yawn, her arms stretching, her breasts lifting. And like the teenager I’m not, I can’t help but stare at them.

“Can I get you something to eat?” I ask her. “Drink?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good. I ate a big lunch.”

“So did I,” I murmur, pulling her against me.