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In the next instant he moved a fraction lower and set his mouth right on that spot.

She bucked in shock. “Deo!”

He pressed her hips down with his hands and did it again with a muffled sound that was part groan, part expletive, she thought.

Then his lips parted, and his tongue touched her, just there! It was the lightest of touches, but its effect was devastatingly pleasurable. She groaned and gasped. “Deo!”

He did it again, and again, until he was lapping her flesh in a way that had her writhing and moaning helplessly. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced, and her breath came in gasps, her pulse thundering in her ears as the pleasure wound up and up into a tight ball and exploded, sending a cascade of intense tingles through her body in waves to her very extremities.

“Ohh!” she moaned, her body going gradually lax as a pleasurable lethargy took hold of her.

Deo sat up on his haunches and grinned at her, wiping his chin with his shirt.

“You liked that,” he said with such a self-satisfied air that she laughed.

“Yes, yes, I did.”

“Good. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t resist tasting you.” He leaned over her, resting his weight in his hands on either side of her shoulders. His hard member was pointing straight at her. She reached out to touch it, and he jerked and groaned.

“Em!”

“Are you going to do something with this?” she asked boldly, hoping he would say yes.

“If you’d like to stroke me, I wouldn’t say no,” he said, panting a bit.

“Wouldn’t you rather put it inside me?” asked Em, stroking him gently with her fingers, running her thumb over the head, where moisture was gathering.

He bucked his hips with a groan, his eyes closing. “God, Em, you’d tempt a saint!”

“You want to?” she said, rubbing her sticky thighs together and continuing to stroke him.

“Of course I want to!” he panted. “I’ve thought of nothing else for days!”

“Well—”

“No.” He opened his eyes and visibly gulped. “I promised you all the proprieties would be met. We will be married properly before—oh God, Em!” His voice became strangled as she rubbed the crown of his member with her fingers.

“How do you know we are not?” she asked.

“I am almost certain we are not. I did not get your father’s permission. You are underage, Em. Oh fuck, woman!” His eyes closed again. “Finish me, please?”

She regarded him with a mixture of frustration and affection. And inspired by what he had done for her, she slid down the bed until she was positioned so that she could get her mouth on his member. Leaning her head up, she swallowed the head.

“Fuck, Em!” His eyes flew open, and he stared down at her, his hips jerking in reflex. She grasped his length and sucked on the large bulbous head; it was the most extraordinary feeling to have it in her mouth. It made her core pulse and ache. She could taste the salty sweetness of that fluid, as she moved her tongue against the hot, hard flesh.

“Em!” his voice took on a desperate note. “Your neck might get sore in that position. Move back up to the pillows.”

She agreed and elbowed her way back up the bed and sank into the pillows. He kneed closer to her, until she could take him in her fist and her mouth again.

Straddling her body with his knees, he grasped the headboard of the bed to keep his balance. With his great thighs on either side of her head, she was enveloped in the musky scent of his maleness, and it made her body pulse in response.

“Hold your fist against the base,” he panted. “That will stop me choking you.”

She nodded, moving her fist to the base of his member and taking more of him into her mouth. She loved the feel of it filling her mouth. Was this something like how it would feel to have him inside that other part of her body? She couldn’t fathom how; it was so different, surely. Yet she still found this arousing. Heat was gathering between her legs.

“I’ll pull out before I—” His voice broke on a groan as her tongue swirled round the head, and she sucked, imitating as best she could what he had done to her nipples. They were smaller, but the principle seemed the same.

He swore again. She had never heard Deo swear before; that was three times in as many minutes. He was clearly deeply affected. She smiled round his member, pleased to have such an effect on him.