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“Please what?” he asks, looking into my eyes.

“Please touch me,” I gasp, feeling so vulnerable.

Leaning down, he nestles his face into my neck, kissing a line from my collarbone to my ear. My body melts into the mattress and my skin begins to tingle with anticipation. Meanwhile, his fingers are creeping up my thighs to the wet bikini bottoms between my legs. When they finally reach the moisture there, he lets out a low growl. He nips at my jaw, slipping the fabric to the side and running his thumb from the sensitive nub at the top all the way along my slit to the very back.

My back arches from the contact, and I let out a deep moan.

He lays his body against me, grinding his erection into my leg. “Feel that, rain cloud?”

I gasp as my neck extends, my back arching against the bed. I don’t reply. I can’t even form words.

I’m about ready to beg again when his thumb finds that sensitive spot again and flicks it gently, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Another finger perches along my entrance before slowly sliding. He keeps the pressure swirling around my clit, and my gasps in his ear are frantic. Every touch feels like an explosion.

I cannot fucking believe this is happening.

“You’re so wet, rain cloud,” he groans, sliding his finger in and out. When he works in a second finger, I feel my body building toward something that threatens to shatter me. All I know is that I never want his touch to leave where it is right now.

My head is spinning. Suddenly, his weight is off me and his fingers are no longer buried inside me. I gasp, until I feel both of his hands running along my inner thighs. He kneels between my legs, and his lips travel the same trail from my knees to my center. Hooking his fingers around my bikini bottoms, he pulls them down, letting them fall to the floor. The motion stirs arousal in me.

For a moment, I feel so exposed, afraid to let him see that part of me, but then he stares down at my sex like a man who’s just witnessed his first sunrise. His expression aches with yearning as his fingers return to my center, teasing and exploring in such a way that I know he knows exactly how to please me.

“You are incredible,” he whispers.

Then, he stretches himself out on my bed, bringing his face so close to the apex of my thighs, I quickly close them with hesitance. Self-consciousness flares up inside me.

Ever so gently, he pries them apart and stares up at me, along the length of my nearly naked body. “You’re a work of art, Sunny. Let me make you feel good.” With those words, I relax into the bed.

I feel his breath against my sensitive sex first. My body begins to tremble with nervous excitement. Then, I feel his warm tongue gently licking at my clit and I let out a breathy moan.

But then, his tongue runs from the bottom to the top, and I cry out from the euphoric sensation. It’s so warm and wet and beautiful, like the way rose pink paint swirls on the canvas. Or how a multitude of colors come together to make a sunset.

My legs wrap around him as the warmth of his tongue floods my senses. His mouth closes over the top of my mound, his tongue circling my clit, sending me flying. I never want it to stop, but I need this release so bad I would die for it. As I feel the creeping sensation of my climax, I fight the feeling of embarrassment that follows it. I’ve never…come in front of someone before—let alone with their face between my legs.

“Sunny, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my core. “I want to worship you, my little rain cloud.”

I let out a moan in reply. The words “I love you” hang on my lips because at this moment, I do. That shame melts away at the reminder that this is Alexander—my Alexander. I have no reason to be embarrassed. He wants me to come.

With his mouth on my clit, his fingers slide back inside, curling inward and hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

“Alex,” I cry out, arching my back and digging my fingers into his hair.

Without letting up, he applies more pressure to my clit, driving his tongue in circles and sucking while his fingers do their magic, and from there it doesn’t take much more before my toes are curling, my thighs are squeezing around his body, and my breathing stops.

Suddenly, I’m flying. The orgasm crests every part of my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, buzzing through me like electricity.

I would cry out if I could breathe.

He is moaning wildly with his face still buried between my legs, devouring me as if he’s trying to lick up every single inch of me. When I lift my head to glance down at him, I notice the way his chest heaves and he pants with his face resting against my thigh.

It takes what feels like hours before my muscles release, and I relax heavily into the bed. Reaching for Alexander, he kisses the inside of my legs again, then pulls my dress down, covering my bare sex.

He won’t meet my eyes as he stands. “Please don’t leave,” I breathe. I don’t know where this puts us now. Have we crossed a line or will he go right back to treating me like a piece of forbidden fruit?

“Get under the covers,” he says in that same commanding tone. When I move to pull my dress off, he barks again, “Keep your clothes on.”

“Alex—” I start to protest, but he glares at me, jaw clenched, so I stop. How does this man go from giving me the best pleasure of my life to scolding me in one second?

“I’m going to stay here tonight because I don’t trust your sister’s horny friends. We sleep, though, do you understand?”