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Her finger starts working again, and I hold her thighs open, sliding between her legs, watching her. Her arousal hits me in the face and I can barely hold myself back from diving in. She’s nervous, too tense to come, but I don’t back away. I cover her hand with mine, dipping my thumb onto her clit so that both our fingers are rubbing her sensitive core. Her head falls back and a moan escapes her. I apply more pressure, until her body is spread out taut – her toes curled and her muscles tight. Her hips move against my hand and when I can’t hold back anymore, I lean in to let my tongue take the place of my fingers. I latch on to her throbbing clit, sucking her into my mouth. Her wetness soaks my chin, but I don’t stop. Her taste is addictive, and I know that this is not going to be enough.

Her hands reach out and she clenches the sheets in her fingers, pulling at them. Her head shakes back and forth, and her hips gyrate in my face. With my hands on her thighs, I hold her open, taking everything she’s willing to give.

When her hips start to buck, her hand wraps around the back of my head and she holds me to her, until she’s coming all around me and her legs lock around my head. I can barely breathe, but I still don’t stop. I keep going, licking her, tasting her until she comes, screaming my name.

Chapter 9

Mona

Klaus has destroyed every thought I’ve ever had of sex. What I once thought was dirty and painful is now pure and feels so good. When I lay down next to him, I knew I shouldn’t. But I’d never had these feelings before and the idea of not seeing where it leads me was almost too painful to consider.

When he woke up, embarrassment flooded me, but I still didn’t want to move. I had dreamed of him touching me and I knew that if he did, it would be way better than anything I could ever imagine on my own.

My breath is coming hard. My orgasm rocked through my body and I know that I want to taste him too. When I raise my head, he’s still between my legs, staring at my swollen lips. His chin is glistening in the moonlight and his tongue comes out, dragging across his lips. A guttural groan, like it’s coming deep within his belly, comes out of his mouth and I hold my hands out for him.

He doesn’t take them and I lean up on my elbows, the curvy folds of my stomach even more curvy this way. His eyes go to my rounded belly and he reaches his hand out, stroking my soft flesh. I try to suck it in, but when I do, he pats me lightly. “Don’t do that. Not with me.”

With my eyes glued to him, I nod my head. Leaning the rest of the way up, I roll toward him, landing on my elbows with my feet out behind me. I push him backwards until he’s lying on his back and make quick work of pulling his shorts down over his hard cock. He’s oozing pre cum, and I stick my tongue out, moving to get closer to him, wanting to taste him.

His hands on my shoulders stop me. “You don’t have to do this.”

I shake my head, flipping the hair from my face. His eyes are trained on me and I can tell that every muscle of his body is strung tight. “I want to. I want to please you, like you did me. I want to taste you… like you did me.”

When he shudders, I know that I am in control right now. I move closer until my mouth is right over his thick rod. With my tongue poking out, I touch it to him lightly and his hips jerk. I smile up at him, and he shakes his head side to side as his hand strums across my shoulder and wraps around the base of my neck.

I lean in, opening my mouth, taking him in. He hisses above me, but I don’t stop. I don’t stop until I have him deep in my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat. Only then do I release him, moving back until I’m licking his tip again.

I wrap my hand around his girth and take him in again, moving up and down on him until he’s saying my name above me.

His hands on my shoulders pull me away from him and I’m dazed as I look into his dark brown eyes. He pulls me up his body and instinctively I straddle him, his hardness pressed against my ass. He cups my breasts and I arch my back, pushing into his large palms. “Yes,” I moan, my head falling back.


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