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All of it was mine.

“I need the words, baby.”

Lowering her upper body onto mine, she closed the distance between our mouths and whispered, “I’m not sure I’ll be any good at this, so you’ll need to teach me what to do, but I want this with you badly.”

Fuck! The gift of all of her was mine. It was one of the best responsibilities I’d ever had, but also one of the most unexpected ones that I was immensely grateful for and always would be.

Cupping her jaw as I kissed her, I rubbed my other hand up and down her back, making sure to keep body contact the whole time to reassure her. I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, though, because I was going into this as blindly as she was.

“I’m going to roll us so that you’re on the bed, Sienna. Then I’m going to slide down your body and taste you, okay?”

The breaths that were skimming over my lips changed into excited pants. The reason I knew they were excited was because her hips started twitching, like she was trying to get contact against her clit.

I could absolutely help with that.

Holding her against me, I rolled to the side and arranged us so I was up on my knees between her legs.

Skimming my hands up her thighs, the contrast between us struck me. Because I rode my bike and tended to be outside when I wasn’t working, my skin was tanned darker than hers. I also had rougher hands because of my work, and her skin was silky soft. Add in the fact I was covered in tattoos, and she only had two—we were so far apart, but it made us fit together perfectly at the same time.

Hooking my fingers around the waistband of her panties, I slowly pulled them down her thighs until they got to where I was blocking their path. That’s when I pushed her legs up with my hands on the back of her thighs until they were pressed against her chest, enabling me to pull the panties the rest of the way off.

Throwing them over my shoulder, I sat back and rubbed my jaw as I looked down at her watching me. A thought hit me, and I acted without volition, cupping her between her legs. “All of this is mine.”

“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips slightly to try and deepen the contact.

“And all of me is yours.”

One side of her mouth kicked up in a smile as she lifted onto her elbow and looked down at my body. “I like that. Every tattoo, every muscle, every part of you.”

“Absolutely. Only yours.”

Shifting, I lay down between her legs, and with a shaky hand, I skimmed my finger between her folds, loving the way she gasped when it made brief contact with her clit. Later.

Leaning in, I trailed the tip of my tongue along the same path and groaned when the taste of her hit me—sweet. Mine.

Moving back down again, I slowly pushed it inside her, making sure to keep my movements measured and even. It was torture, but some torture gave the biggest rewards.

With my hand on the base of her abdomen, I angled it so I could circle her clit with my thumb while I continued to move my tongue in and out, up, and down. When her hips started to roll, I knew what I was going to do next.

Raising up, I replaced my thumb with my mouth and gently fluttered my tongue across the bundle of nerves, before carefully pushing the tip of my index finger into her. I’d felt how tight she was on my tongue, but the full impact of it hit me when it was around my finger.

She was mine—only mine.

Working the tip of my finger in and out of her, I sucked the hardened nub gently until it was time to add another.

On the next withdrawal, I added my middle finger, making sure to only put the tips inside her. When she cried out and grabbed a handful of hair, I sucked with more force, and began alternating between light and hard sucks and fluttering my tongue across it.

I couldn’t have predicted when she was going to come, she was just so tight. The second she cried out and her walls squeezed around the digits inside her, I felt a heady sense of accomplishment. I’d felt similar ones throughout my life, like when we’d had the first successful six consecutive months at Daniel’s and Blazing Inx, but this moment was far different from the same. It meant more to me in every way.

When I felt it leave her, I lifted up and moved so that I was over her, with my weight braced on my hands in the mattress on either side of her and waited until she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.


Tags: Mary B. Moore Erotic