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echoed through the room, and Meg froze a moment then rose. She clenched and unclenched her hands and waited. Rather impatiently. Nathan’s heated gaze raked over here from head to toe then back up again. He held a finger up and twirled it in the air, and she recognized the gesture for what it was. Another order. She slowly spun on the spot, feeling unbelievably aroused and anxious.
    “Very nice,” he drawled when she faced him again.
    She pressed her thighs together as the excitement built again, and, of course, he noticed. His lips curved into self-satisfied smirk as he toed off his shoes and shifted on the mattress until the pillows were behind his back.
    “Come here,” he instructed, stretching his legs out, leaning on his elbows
    “Aren’t you...” She frowned. “You’re not getting undressed?”
    “Eventually.”
    A laugh burst from her before she could stop it. “Is that going to be your answer every time I try to move things along?”
    “No patience.” He clucked his tongue reprovingly. “Things are moving along just fine, love. Now, get your sexy arse over here and sit on my face like a good girl.”
    She pressed a palm to her fluttering belly and walked to him on wobbly legs. Again, she figured just doing as he said and not obsessing was the way to go. She knelt on the bed next to his chest then swung leg over him. Lying fully back, he shoved his hands between his body and her thighs, grasping her and pulling up until her knees bracketed his head on the pillow.
    “ Right here .” He inhaled deeply and groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
    Meg closed her eyes and caught her lip between her teeth as his breath gusted over her folds. She whimpered when his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
    “Hands on the headboard,” he said, tapping her ass. “Keep them there.”
    She obeyed immediately, curling her fingers over the top of the dark wood. Tense with anticipation, she waited for the first touch of his mouth, nearly trembling with the want pulsing through her. His hands skimmed over her legs, over her hips, everywhere he could reach. He massaged her cheeks, pulling them apart then releasing them. But only his breath continued to tease her pussy. She dropped her head forward in frustration, eyes screwed shut. He chuckled darkly and, nudging her stance even wider, slid his thumbs along the creases where her sex met her thighs. His touch feather light, he teased the digits through the damp curls of her mons back to her labia. With gentle pressure, he spread her, exposed her completely.
    Without warning, he lifted his head to fit his mouth around her clit and sucked hard. Strangled cry in her throat, Meg dropped a hand to clasp his hair, and her hips jerked as he continued to pull at the throbbing bud.
    Just as suddenly, he stopped. “Back where it belongs, love.”
    It took her moment to realize what he wanted, and, with another frustrated noise, she took her hand away from his head and brought it up to rest next to the other one.
    He nuzzled against her pussy, murmuring approvingly, before settling back to speak again.
    “Keep them there. You can move all you want, otherwise.” He pressed sloppy kisses on her legs. “I want you to. Fuck yourself against my face, love. Grind down on me. Scream. But don’t let go of that headboard. Do you understand?”
    He traced circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, again and again, fast then slow. Changing it so she didn’t know what to expect.
    “Yessss. I understand,” she cried.
    “Good girl.”
    He began laving her folds, long, lazy strokes from her dripping entrance to the crest of her labia. Shudders racked her, and her fingers ached from holding on so tightly. He cupped her ass and tugged her a bit farther up.
    “Don’t hold back,” he rasped against her slick skin. “ Fuck. My. Face. Meg .”
    Then, he plunged his tongue inside her, wiggling, teasing, and oh so hot. She gasped and pushed down. His fingers flexed, digging