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“Lie down on the edge of the bed. On your back.” He paced restlessly as he spoke.

I sprawled where he’d instructed. A small part of me wanted to shut my eyes in shame, mortified at what I was submitting to, embarrassed at how he affected me.

A larger part of me, the part of me that won out, couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He stopped in his tracks. He was staring at my body. He caught his lip between his teeth as his gaze traced over me, avidly and thoroughly.

He moved back to the bed. He hooked my leg over his arm, hitching it up, spreading my legs wide.

I was trembling, my nipples drawn tight, everything bared to him. Sensations overwhelmed me, everything inside of me warring with itself. Shame, chagrin, desire, hunger, shock, confusion.

Desire won. I squirmed. Not in discomfort. In anticipation for the return of his touch.

He reached between my legs with both hands, and parted me oh so softly with his fingers. “You’re lovely everywhere,” he told me quietly. “So tender and pink. Just for me. Say it. Say this is just for me.”

“This is just for you,” I said, voice thready with need.

Painstakingly and with utmost care, he slid two thick fingers into me.

I watched him, eyes dissecting his face with avid interest as he breached me. I loved how absolutely he was focused on me, his lower lip bitten as though in deep concentration.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, Noura,” he crooned as he pulled his fingers out and thrust them gently back in.

I clenched eagerly around him, my breath panting in and out.

He pulled out, dragging the pad of his fingers along every sensitive nerve inside of me, then pumped back in. “You’re even a snug fit for my fingers. I can’t stop remembering how good this hot little cunt felt when it was hugging my cock.” He drew out and shoved back in, this time going deeper, harder until I had to shift, trying to ease the pressure.

“I’m going to ride you bare,” he bent lower, nuzzling between my breasts as he spoke into my skin. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

His mouth surrounded the peak of my breast and oh so softly bit right as his fingers pulled out. He started pumping them in and out, quick, smooth and shallow.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was keyed up and turned on. I started jerking my hips, trying clumsily to match his movements. My arms were flung out, my fingertips digging restlessly into the sheets.

I whimpered out a protest when he tugged his fingers out.

“Shh,” he breathed into my skin, his mouth working soft as a whisper along my flesh. He moved lower, his lips running along my ribs, down my belly, not stopping until his gorgeous face was wedged between my legs.

He stretched me open with his big hands and touched the very tip of his tongue to my clit.

My hips jerked and I cried out.

He nuzzled against me, then started licking, lapping luxuriously from taint to clit.

“Please.” He wrung the word out of someplace deep inside of me.

He raised his head, looking up my sweat slick torso, through his thick black lashes at me. “Please what? What are you asking me for?”

I didn’t even know. Only he did, and he was well aware of that fact. I said it again.

He smiled, and lowered his mouth back down to my sex.

He locked his mouth over my cunt, thrusting his tongue into me, over and over.

My hands were in his hair before I could stop myself, clutching him against me, my hips bucking, shoving myself into his mouth.

He said something into my flesh, but I couldn’t make it out over the roaring in my ears.

He latched his lush lips over my clit and started sucking.