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clutching at his shoulders. The sight of him there, still fully clothed, with me naked and standing, was electrifying. The whole situation was too much, too fast…I think that if I’d looked down at that second and seen him licking at me, I would have fainted. Seeing it happen in the mirror distanced me just enough for my addled mind to cope.
    He moved his head closer in and his tongue licked slowly up the length of my lips, so delicately that they didn’t quite part. My thighs were still almost together, my whole body quivering as I felt the heat of his breath on my super-sensitive flesh.
    He licked again, all the way up, and this time he went a little higher. The tip of his tongue played with the hood of my clit and I caught my breath, my hands bunching into fists.
    He pressed a little more insistently between my legs, shuffling forward on his knees, and my thighs parted for him almost without me willing it. I felt my moist lips open just a little and his growl of satisfaction as he saw it. Then his head was pushing between my thighs again and—Oh God—his tongue was licking again, this time gliding between the folds, the tip of it inside me, tasting my moisture. I could feel how wet I was, the slickness rolling down inside me as the heat raged higher and higher. I stared fixedly at the mirror, my mind rebelling against what I saw. But as he started to lap at me, as his tongue played over my hidden nub again and again, as I felt it swell and poke from its hood, I finally accepted it. That’s me. That’s me, and this is really happening. And my hands finally lifted from my sides and clasped his head, knitting into his dark hair and urging him on.
    His tongue slid deeper inside me as his hands came up to cup my ass. His shoulders nudged my thighs wider. His upper lip caressed my clit, hot and achingly swollen now, as his tongue glided over me, lashing my wet folds again and again before plunging deep to taste me. I started to grind helplessly against him, my hips swirling, wanting him to take all of me in his mouth. I would have had him swallow me whole, if that were possible. The heat was slamming back and forth inside me like a heartbeat now, demanding release. The idea of what he was doing, the sight of what he was doing, the feel of what he was doing—it all reflected and amplified in my mind until—
    He took my clit in his mouth and squeezed it between his lips, sucking on it—
    I careered over the edge. It wasn’t like I’d never had an orgasm before, but this was different. This was something I felt with my entire body. It radiated through me, lighting me up, crackling along every nerve until I was shuddering from toes to scalp, my head thrown right back and my groin thrust hard against his face. It brightened, brightened, and then exploded, destroying every conscious thought until all I felt was raw pleasure for long, glorious seconds. When it finally faded, all the strength had been sucked from my limbs. If his hands hadn’t been around my ass, holding me up, I think I would have fallen.
    He got to his feet, grinning at me, and slipped his arms around my waist. I collapsed against his chest, feeling my breasts pillow against the hard wall of his pecs. When I finally felt able to lift my head and look him in the eye, his expression asked, Better?
    I nodded. Then again, more firmly.
    He kissed me. “Now,” he told me, stroking my cheek with his thumb, “I really need to fuck you. So if you don’t want that, if you’re not ready, tell me now so I can go and stand under a cold shower. Because once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
    I didn’t even hesitate. Not for a split-second. I just pressed up against him, feeling his hardness against my softness, and it felt good.
    He pulled me by the hand and led me to the bed, lying me down on my back. Then he stood there staring down at me as he slowly undressed. His jacket first, tossed on the floor to reveal his wonderfully broad shoulders and