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felt as if I was in charge. I was the one responsible for his orgasm.
    I know he could have overpowered me if he chose to, taken what he wanted, but I think that only added to the experience. Not knowing. Being forced to trust him. But always unsure of what he would do.
    His taste is hot on my tongue. My body overly warm, primed and ready for more.
    Jensen slides his legs down, holding himself above me. He lowers his head, his mouth meeting mine for the first time. I realize I had his cock in my mouth before his tongue, he saw me masturbate before he ever kissed me or even touched me. Unconventional to say the least.
    The first sweep of his tongue has me writhing beneath him. I lock my fingers into his thick dark hair, pulling him closer, my hips coming up to meet his. Knowing he’s tasting himself on me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
    With a low growl, he pulls away slowly, his eyes meeting mine and holding for several seconds. “I’ve never been in this position before,” he says, his eyebrows drawing together as if he’s in pain.
    “Missionary?” I ask, confused.
    He chuckles quietly and shakes his head in exaggerated slowness. “No. I’ve been in just about every sexual position you can name, including missionary, and a lot more that you can’t. I meant, I’ve never been in this situation before, unable to decide whether I want to fuck you with my cock or my mouth first.”
    Oh.
    “I want to feast on your pussy and make you scream my name until you lose your voice. But I’m already getting hard again, thinking about being inside of you, and wondering if it will be anything like it was to be inside your mouth.”
    He has me at a loss for words. Again. I’ve never had anyone speak to me this way before. So much honesty, vulgarity, sensuality, and desire all rolled into one foul-mouthed man.
    It’s not like we discussed it, but it is pretty much a given this night is just that— this night . Nothing more. And I really don’t want to walk away from it not knowing what it feels like to have him buried to the hilt inside of me. As much as I want to experience Jensen Payne devouring me, I kind of hope he decides to take me in one of the positions I can’t name. I had my hands on his manhood, had my lips wrapped around it. I know exactly how thick and long it is and feel confident he knows very well what to do with it.
    “You’re doing it again,” he husks. “Looking thoughtful and indecisive, and making me want to ravish you.”
    Without another word, Jensen pushes himself up so he’s kneeling in-between my legs. His eyes rake over my body as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. He shoves his pants the rest of the way off, leaving him naked in front of me. I sit up, reach for the camera that was discarded onto the bed at some point, and take his picture. He’s too close to fit in all of his magnificence, but I focus on all the good parts, one at a time. His face, features sharp and devastatingly handsome. His thick neck and strong shoulders. His hard pecks, sculpted six-pack, and narrow hips. All leading down to his impressive member.
    He smirks, shaking his head with amusement. I’m looking right at him through the lens, but I don’t see him coming. One second, I’m snapping a picture, and the next, he’s got the camera in his hands, and I’m on my back.
    “That’s better,” he says roughly. He tosses it to the side and spreads my legs, dragging my ankle over his shoulder as he lowers his chest to the bed. I only have a second to register all of this, and then his tongue is delving into me. His hands circle around my hips, tugging me closer to his face. He draws one labia into his mouth, sucking and licking, then moves his head slightly, doing the same to the other, back and forth several times. It feels incredible. It’s agonizing. I want more. I want him to stop. I want him to make this last forever.
    When I think I can’t take another second, he shifts, dragging