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his throat working, and he pushed up harder against her slippery flesh. Closer—hell, he had to get closer. His head angled for a tighter fit. His fingers bit into the soft swell of her ass, holding her up, angling her so he could get even deeper, and…oh, God, he was there…just drinking her in…his tongue hitting the perfect spot over and over and over. She closed around him, milking his tongue, pulling it into her convulsing sheath, and he pressed harder, his entire face buried in the sweet humid warmth of her cunt.
Now he could hear her raw, screaming cries of release over the roaring in his ears. She came long and hard and heavy, flooding against his face, into his mouth, and he just kept going. He couldn’t stop. It’d taken him over, like some primal, primitive force trying to draw him into this woman forever. He felt like a drowning man who’d surrendered himself to the currents. Hell, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to pull his tongue out of her without dying to shove it right back up this hot little cunt. He’d never be able to look at her and not remember her taste, not think about doing this again and again. Never think about her and not want to go down on her more than he wanted his next breath.
Oh, shit. He had to get the fuck away from her! Now!
Shea trembled against the wall as he quickly pulled back, stumbling to his feet a safe distance away from her naked, gleaming body that was wildly flushed and so obviously ready. His head was spinning and he knew the look in his eyes was wild, his features drawn tight in a hard scowl, which she’d see as soon as she managed to open her eyes.
The tiny spasms of pleasure that remained shuddered through her body, quivering through her muscles, flowing through her blood. Okay, she thought. Mmm…wow. That was sooo not what she’d expected. His tongue—so soft, yet rough—gentle, yet hard. A small smile broke across her face with the thought that if fucking him was as good as this had been, then she was setting herself up for a really big addiction. The pleasure pumping through her was definitely a narcotic, and she had the uncomfortable feeling that it was going to be more than painful if her plans failed here tonight and he walked away from her.
She filled her lungs with a much-needed gulp of air, knowing she’d avoided looking at him long enough. She opened her heavy lids, surprised, not to mention severely disappointed by the look in the dark blue eyes staring back at her. Well, hell. She may have limited experience when it came to these things, but she was fairly positive that the look on his face was not a good sign.
There was just a flash of a moment that she thought she was going to cry, just break down and bawl like a friggin’ baby after the events of the night, but she pulled it together in time, pleased to find that she had more backbone than that. She used it to hide the frustration in her as best she could, knowing on some weird, instinctual female level that he’d pulled away from her in more than just the physical sense. No, she wasn’t going to get her chance after all, and to be honest, she’d rather go without than have him take her with that strange look on his face, as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her.
Some dignity would be good at a time like this, not to mention some clothes, but she thought it’d look too ridiculous to go bending down for her dress at this point. Whatever chance at modesty she’d had was long gone by now, so she straightened her shoulders and tried for as much bravado as she could muster. Then found she could muster pretty well.
“Well, I’ll, um, just say thanks I guess and go get my shower. If it’s not too much trouble, lock up on your way out.”
Praying her legs wouldn’t give out and land her flat on her face, she walked to the bathroom, still wearing her silly sandals. She didn’t take another breath until the door was safely locked behind her. Without
Now he could hear her raw, screaming cries of release over the roaring in his ears. She came long and hard and heavy, flooding against his face, into his mouth, and he just kept going. He couldn’t stop. It’d taken him over, like some primal, primitive force trying to draw him into this woman forever. He felt like a drowning man who’d surrendered himself to the currents. Hell, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to pull his tongue out of her without dying to shove it right back up this hot little cunt. He’d never be able to look at her and not remember her taste, not think about doing this again and again. Never think about her and not want to go down on her more than he wanted his next breath.
Oh, shit. He had to get the fuck away from her! Now!
Shea trembled against the wall as he quickly pulled back, stumbling to his feet a safe distance away from her naked, gleaming body that was wildly flushed and so obviously ready. His head was spinning and he knew the look in his eyes was wild, his features drawn tight in a hard scowl, which she’d see as soon as she managed to open her eyes.
The tiny spasms of pleasure that remained shuddered through her body, quivering through her muscles, flowing through her blood. Okay, she thought. Mmm…wow. That was sooo not what she’d expected. His tongue—so soft, yet rough—gentle, yet hard. A small smile broke across her face with the thought that if fucking him was as good as this had been, then she was setting herself up for a really big addiction. The pleasure pumping through her was definitely a narcotic, and she had the uncomfortable feeling that it was going to be more than painful if her plans failed here tonight and he walked away from her.
She filled her lungs with a much-needed gulp of air, knowing she’d avoided looking at him long enough. She opened her heavy lids, surprised, not to mention severely disappointed by the look in the dark blue eyes staring back at her. Well, hell. She may have limited experience when it came to these things, but she was fairly positive that the look on his face was not a good sign.
There was just a flash of a moment that she thought she was going to cry, just break down and bawl like a friggin’ baby after the events of the night, but she pulled it together in time, pleased to find that she had more backbone than that. She used it to hide the frustration in her as best she could, knowing on some weird, instinctual female level that he’d pulled away from her in more than just the physical sense. No, she wasn’t going to get her chance after all, and to be honest, she’d rather go without than have him take her with that strange look on his face, as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss her or kill her.
Some dignity would be good at a time like this, not to mention some clothes, but she thought it’d look too ridiculous to go bending down for her dress at this point. Whatever chance at modesty she’d had was long gone by now, so she straightened her shoulders and tried for as much bravado as she could muster. Then found she could muster pretty well.
“Well, I’ll, um, just say thanks I guess and go get my shower. If it’s not too much trouble, lock up on your way out.”
Praying her legs wouldn’t give out and land her flat on her face, she walked to the bathroom, still wearing her silly sandals. She didn’t take another breath until the door was safely locked behind her. Without
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