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Embarrassed, but too aroused to care, Beatrice dipped her finger between her legs and traced the seam of her feminine lips, moaning as her touch elicited unknown feelings within her.

Adam grinned, before leaning forward and burying his nose in her curls, inhaling her scent. “God, you smell divine. I wonder how you taste.”

Beatrice’s head fell back, her eyes closed, her entire being concentrated on his fingers that spread her feminine lips, baring her even more to his gaze.

And then his mouth was on her.

His lips touched her there, feather-light.

She squirmed and he kissed her again, growing bolder, his kiss growing hotter. His lips pressed against her folds, and his tongue traced the shape of her.

She looked down and was rewarded with the sight of Adam’s head buried between her legs as he continued kissing her there, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Then he spread her folds apart and licked her again, dipping his tongue into her entrance. Beatrice moaned, her head hitting the back of the leather chair.

She’d read about this act. She’d read about the feeling this act evoked. But no amount of poetic descriptions prepared her for this experience. Because although he was kissing and licking her in one place, it was as though her entire body came alive. She moved and squirmed and shifted in her seat, her breasts aching, the knot in her stomach unfurling and spreading to the tips of her toes and fingers.

Yet, it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more. This felt like teasing when her body was on the brink of… something.

Beatrice plunged her fingers into his hair, holding him close, while her hips rose to meet his mouth.

Light puffs of hot air hit her core as he chuckled. But he understood her need. And the next moment, his tongue swept along her slit, gathering her juices and sucking them in. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned into her center before his mouth moved higher and his lips wrapped around her swollen, needy flesh and sucked.

Beatrice cried out his name as Adam’s tongue stroked her mound. His mouth tugged gently, and she shuddered.

He continued his delicious, wicked onslaught on her body, sending sparks of pleasure all through her. When his fingers found their way to her slit, her whole body shook, and she couldn’t hold back the moan.

Now, his fingers were thrusting in and out of her as his tongue worked its unrelenting magic. Whimpers were leaving her throat unbidden, her hips rocking against Adam in a salacious rhythm.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as the pressure built and built, until her toes curled and her entire body arched as if ready to leave the earth in the moment of shattering bliss.

Adam’s mouth and fingers kept working, drawing the last vestiges of her orgasm as she pulsated from the inside.

Beatrice finally opened her eyes, as her breaths struggled to regain their normal rhythm.

Adam sat back and licked his lips, before wiping the remnants of her juices from his chin. “So delicious,” he growled, his eyes still glinting with desire. And somehow that simple motion made her squirm and writhe against the chair once more.

She’d had her desire fulfilled, to say the least, but little embers within her were starting to catch fire again.

Adam’s hand went to cradle his bulging member, and this was the moment she realized that he hadn’t experienced the same pleasure.

And yes, she had felt bliss, but now she wanted to bring bliss to him.

She wanted to touch him. She had not even seen him naked yet. And the thought of never having the pleasure to do so sent a wave of desperation coursing through her veins.

Adam stood and extended his arms toward her. Beatrice let him tug her up and now they stood facing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes. Adam swept the lock of her hair back that was stuck to her sweaty forehead. Then he leaned in and kissed her hungrily on her mouth.

With a moan of surrender, Beatrice opened her mouth wider, welcoming him in, the taste of her own desire still lingering on his tongue.

Her hands roamed his body, desperate for any patch of naked skin. After exploring his neck in full, she started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Adam helped her pull it down his shoulders, and Beatrice paused, admiring his broad shoulders corded with muscles, the expanse of his chest covered with tiny coarse hairs, and his flat abdomen. Her hand shook as she reached out and traced over his hot, hard chest, her fingers trembling. She traced over his nipples and was delighted when his breath hitched.

She lowered her head and licked around his nipple just as he’d done to her before, and Adam let out a groan. The hair on his chest tickled her fingertips, and she moved her hand lower, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and jumped at her touch.

When she lowered her hand to his breeches, he hissed.

She played with the edge of her breeches, running her finger over the band, watching as the skin of his abdomen covered with gooseflesh. “May I?” She raised her eyes to his and bit her lower lip.

Adam briefly closed his eyes. “You will be the death of me.”