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Then he tugs the duvet over his head and moves back down the bed. He shifts on the mattress, parting my legs, lowers himself down, and makes himself comfortable. He kisses my thighs, brief butterfly kisses, moving ever closer to my mound. Then I feel his lips press over it, gliding across the bare skin. He sighs, his breath whispering across me, parts me with his hands, and then I feel his tongue slide down into the heart of me.

I lift my arms up to cover my eyes and let out a long groan at the delicious sensation. God it’s been so long since a man did this for me, and I’ve missed it so much. He licks me, the movement of his tongue slow and sensual through my already wet and swollen folds, and my mind feels as if it’s drifting up and out of the window, into the nebulous, heavenly world of pink clouds in the sky.

He takes his time to arouse me, and although initially I feel a little tense and nervous, eventually my body relaxes, and I give myself over to his amazing tongue.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my thigh, so he must have realised how anxious I was. Turning his hand palm up, he slides two fingers inside me and strokes them gently as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue.

Fuck. I’m so turned on. I feel loose and wanton, my legs spread like this, having a man’s tongue buried deep inside me. He’s not my husband; we’re not even dating. I don’t know where this relationship is going, or if we can even call it a relationship. But oh… it feels so good to be loved like this.

I touch my thumb to my empty fourth finger. It feels strange not to have my ring there. But maybe taking it off was the final step I needed to truly let Jayden go.

Mitch slides one hand up my body to tease a nipple, and I moan and lower a hand to his hair. I thought it would take ages for me to get aroused again—what a ridiculous notion.

Oh God, I’m not far… my hips move to meet his tongue, my thighs widen, and I let my arms fall above my head as my spine arches to push my breast into his hand.

“Ohhh…” The moan is long and low and involuntary, as everything starts tensing inside. “Mitch…”

He murmurs his approval, slowing the movement of his tongue. Then he lifts his head and kisses both my thighs.

The sensations die down, leaving my chest heaving as I pant with rapid breaths.

When he lowers his head again, I groan with longing.

He does it a few times, edging me gradually closer to the yawning chasm, and then, finally, he says, “Here we go, baby girl,” and he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks.

I come immediately, my whole body tensing as the beautiful waves wash over me. My toes curl, my fingers clench in his hair, and I cry out with the intensity of it, shuddering with each wonderful pulse.

He waits until I’m done, then withdraws his fingers and kisses up my body until he’s looking down at me. Lifting a hand, he checks his hair. “I thought you’d pulled it out by the roots,” he teases.

I’d blush, but I think my whole body is already scarlet. “Sorry.”

“Mm. Don’t apologise.” He leans over to pick up his wallet from the bed, opens it, and takes out a condom. Smiling, he opens it and rolls it on, then moves on top of me and lowers down.

He kisses me. “You okay?”

I nod, feeling emotional. He’s already made me come twice, and he hasn’t even slid inside me yet. I thought men like this only existed in romance novels and movies. It’s certainly not been my experience so far.

He kisses my nose, my cheeks, my brows, and back to my lips, then lifts up, sitting back on his heels. Directing the tip of his cock down to my entrance, he watches himself enter me, his eyelids lowering to half-mast as he slides inside.

I groan and close my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of him stretching me and filling me up. Fuck. Oh, oh, oh… he’s a big guy… ooh… wow… that feels so good…

“Aaahhh…” He exhales as his hips meet the back of my thighs, and he’s buried deep inside me. Leaning forward, he braces himself on his hands and looks into my eyes as I open them.

Slowly, he begins to move. Oh, it feels amazing. I lift my hands and rest them on his arms, then brush my fingers up to his shoulders and down his chest. I hadn’t realised how muscular he was. He has a beautiful body, tight and defined, and he clearly works out. I’m shallow enough to enjoy watching the movement of his muscles as he gives long, slow thrusts.

He bends to kiss me, and I slide my arms around to his back and draw my nails lightly down either side of his spine. He shudders and groans, his deep voice reverberating through me, and I feel a delicious, dark swell of lust. I want to drive this man to the edge, to watch him lose it, and feel him erupt inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and he grunts and thrusts harder. I think he’s close to coming…

But then, to my surprise, he holds me and rolls onto his back, bringing me with him so I’m on top. Pushing me up, he says, “Ride me, baby.”

I sit upright, enjoying this new position, and rock my hips, loving the sensual slide of him inside me. “Oh, that feels good,” I tell him, and he lifts his hands to my breasts and teases my nipples while I move.

It’s warm in the room, and I push the duvet off us, conscious that my skin is warm and glowing. Ahhh, is there anything more wonderful than making love in the afternoon, when you have all the time in the world, and you’re in love with the guy who’s inside you?

Wait… I catch the thought like a butterfly in a net. Am I in love with him? I’ve surprised myself. I look into his blue eyes, still moving, and blink, my heart hammering.

Of course I’m in love with him. I’ve been on the edge for years, skirting that fine line between friendship and love, just managing to hold myself back, but now I’ve let myself go, and I’m tumbling head over heels in love with him, falling faster with every second.

Mitch lifts up, slides a hand behind my neck, and brings me down to kiss him. “Mmm,” I murmur, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”