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roughly into her flesh as Meg, desperate for more, stopped thinking and just chased the release. She rocked against his mouth, his tongue, and Nathan hummed happily. Gathering some of her juices with a thumb, he brought it back and smeared it over the furl between her cheeks, rubbing, pressing slightly, but never breaching.
    Her scream, the one he’d predicted at the very start, shocked her. Her muscles seized as she was thrust headlong into honeyed ecstasy, so intense her vision blurred. And still, he continued to devour her. Realizing her legs were clamped tightly around his head, she tried to relax and lift off him, away the assault on her sensitive flesh. With a grunt of protest, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her where she was so he could push her higher with lips, tongue, the hint of teeth. She sobbed and fell forward against the headboard, pressing a hot cheek against the cool wood, unable to do anything but take what he was giving. When he licked inside her again, a series of tremors erupted around his probing tongue, and her cunt exploded all over him. She had a moment of embarrassment—she’d never squirted like that; even before when he’d fingered her was nothing compared to this—before the muffled sounds of him clearly enjoying the flood of her cream reached her ears.
    His hands ran soothingly over her belly and thighs as he slowed down, languidly laving her folds. With a final loud, wet kiss, he eased one of her legs up and over him, and without his support, she’d have fallen over. She stared at his face, glistening with her arousal, and tried to breathe normally as he carefully pried her fingers away from the bed. He pressed a kiss to each digit then helped move her into a more comfortable position. She sighed contently when her head settled on a pillow and she was stretched out on the mattress.
    He ran his knuckles down her cheek then stood. Opening the bedside drawer, he withdrew a condom and tossed it to land next to her.
    “Is it ‘eventually’ yet? Time for you to get naked?” she asked, her words slurring slightly.
    “Yes, love. It’s ‘eventually’ now.” The corner of his mouth tipped upwards.
    Meg wondered how she was going to get through the actual fucking, but as he bared his body to her, she decided she’d find a way. She licked her lips and imagined running her tongue all over him, tasting every place she could reach. With that in mind, she started to sit up, intent on crawling across the bed to get her mouth on him, despite the fact her body, loose and sated, didn’t want to cooperate.
    He paused, thumbs tucked under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and shook his head. “Stay there.”
    She frowned. “Don’t I get to taste you, touch you? Make sure you enjoy this, too?”
    He moved a hand to stroke his cock through the cotton. “Are you under the impression I’m not enjoying myself, love?”
    Her heart hammered as she watched him drag a thumb over the head where a dark spot of moisture beckoned her, teased her. She flopped back weakly as she ached to follow his touch with her tongue, to just sneak a small taste of his desire for her. To have the tangible evidence bursting on her tongue that he was just as into this as she was.
    “I’m enjoying every single second of this,” he said slowly. “But if you touch me, if you put your hot fucking mouth on me... I’ll be done. And that isn’t an option.”
    “Why not?” she asked, honestly confused why he’d not want to get sucked off.
    “Because, my sweet Meg, as much as I’d love to come down your throat and make you swallow every fucking drop, right now, I want something more. I want to fuck you hard and fast. And I want you to come again. I want you to be wrecked on my cock, unable to think of anything but how fucking perfectly I fill you up and how you’d give anything to keep me there—between your thighs and buried in your cunt.”
    “Oh, God...” she whimpered and trailed her hand down her