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It was the sexiest thing I had ever been involved in, and as much as I wanted to leave and see what was next, I didn’t want it to end.
    “Open your eyes,” he said.
    I complied.
    His fingers slid free of my soaking-wet pussy. I fully expected he’d wipe them on my thigh or maybe the hem of my dress.
    He didn’t.
    With trembling legs and a quivering lip, I watched as he pulled his hand free of my dress, held his glistening fingers in front of his face, and then sucked my juices from them.
    Oh. My. God.
    He opened the leather check holder, placed three $100 bills inside, and flipped it closed with the tips of his fingers. He then stood up and leaned forward, pressing his cheek against mine lightly as he moved his mouth to my ear.
    My legs went weak. I closed my eyes, held my breath and waited. His warm breath against my ear caused goose bumps to rise along my upper arm.
    “You better hope you’re ready,” he whispered.
    I nodded to assure him, but it did nothing to assure me. “I am.”
    I wasn’t.
    His little finger bang trick beside the table had me feeling like he owned me. Maybe he did.
    “Grab your purse,” he said.
    I did. And I walked at his side to the door, still in somewhat of a trance. When we got to the car, he reached for the door handle and leaned toward me. His lips pressed against my ear. I raised my shoulder instinctively, but by no means wanted him to stop.
    “I’m going to tongue fuck you until you can’t walk,” he breathed into my ear.
    Dear God.
    The car door opened.
    My legs buckled and I fell into my seat.
    I was sure I wasn’t ready for the sexual voyage he was prepared to take me on, but I was more than willing to give it an honest try.
    * * *
    He pressed his hands against my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart a little more. With my mouth agape and my eyes afraid to observe—but incapable of turning away—I gazed past my bunched-up dress at the top of his head until I couldn’t watch any longer.
    I closed my eyes.
    We hadn’t even made it into my bedroom yet. Lying on the floor in the entry hall of my condo, I reached for the backs of my thighs and raised my ass from the floor slightly, forcing myself against his mouth.
    His tongue circled my clit a few times and then licked me from bottom to top. He then worked his tongue in and out of me relentlessly. He hadn’t stretched the truth; he was going to tongue fuck me to an early death, and this was only the beginning. I held my eyes closed, and although I made no conscious effort to hold my breath, I’m certain I didn’t inhale once the entire time his tongue worked its magic.
    I couldn’t.
    While my body went into a series of convulsions, he pulled his tongue from inside me and licked my pussy—expertly. The tip of his tongue flicked against my sensitive nub each time, sending a shock through me like it was the last I’d ever have the opportunity to feel.
    Darkness enveloped me. My ears rang.
    He inserted a finger. Then another. And a third.
    Holy. Fuck.
    I arched my back and opened my mouth wide. A few spastic gulps of air later, and I was on the verge of climactic bliss.
    He sucked my clit like a true trained professional. I wanted him to never stop, but I knew if he continued, I’d surely die right there in my entry hall. I released my thighs, relaxed against his mouth, and allowed him to continue with his talented tongue.
    The simultaneous finger and tongue routine that followed sent me into an all-out state of orgasmic ecstasy.
    I lasted all of five more seconds before bursting against his mouth.
    “I’m. Going. To come,” I wailed.
    I felt like it was the first time. In many respects, it was. Everything felt different. New. More climactic.
    He raised his head. I opened my eyes. With his lower face glistening from my appreciation of his talent, he grinned. “Do it.”
    His fingers continued to stretch me wide and his mouth fell to my clit. As soon as I felt him begin to suck my swollen button, everything within me