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I struggle again, wanting to touch him, but he rolls me under him, pinning me into the mattress with a delicious weight. I arch up, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist so I can grip him closer to me, so close I can feel the hard length of him, pressing between my thighs. I thrust against him, and he groans into my mouth, rolling us again so that I’m straddling him on top.

I break away, gasping for air. He runs his hands over my legs, tracing the seam of my stockings and the lacy band of garter. “Where did you get these things?” he demands, his eyes dark with desire.

“You like them?” I grin. I brush my hair back over my shoulders, and tilt my head, looking down at him. My hands tease over my bra, my breasts feeling swollen and tight under the fabric.

Blake groans. “You’re driving me crazy,” he curses, and then he sits up, replacing my hands with his mouth as he kisses and sucks at my tender flesh through the bra.

Pleasure shudders through me. God, how could anything feel this good? My head sinks back, and my eyes fall closed as Blake turns his attention to my other breast, teasing my nipple through the lace until I’m gasping.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging him for, but then he yanks down my bra and closes his mouth over my breast and the whole world contracts to just his hot, wet mouth and the delicious rasp of his tongue against my nipple. I clutch his head, arching up against him, delirious with the sensation. Blake growls against me, and then his hands are cupping my ass, grinding me into his lap, against his hard cock.

I’m undone. It’s all I can do to hold on, swept up in the unfamiliar pleasure crashing through me, and this white-hot desire curling tighter inside, demanding release. I’m wet and aching by the time Blake lowers me to the bed again, reaching to unhitch my bra and toss it aside.

He kisses his way slowly down my stomach.

My breath catches. Even in this whirlwind of pleasure, I’m still so far out of my depth, I don’t know where to begin. His mouth grazes lower, lower, his tongue teasing along the lacy band of my panties. My thighs clench.

Blake lifts his head. His eyes are glazed, and his breath is ragged. “Is this OK?” he whispers, his fingertips stroking where his mouth just left off.

I hesitate, then nod.

“How about…more?” Blake’s mouth curls in a wicked grin. His hands slide lower, grazing across the apex of my thighs. Even through the silk of my panties, I feel his touch like electricity, shocking through my system. I gasp.

His smile turns dangerous. “Is that a yes?” he whispers, stroking again, stronger. The pressure on my clit is incredible, and I can’t help moaning out loud.

“Yes,” I shudder, my hips already rising towards his hands, but instead of touching me again—more, harder, there—Blake’s hands slowly smooth down my thighs.

“First, I need to get you out of these stockings,” he growls. He unfastens one from its garter, and slowly, tortuously rolls it down my leg.

I sink back into the pillows, reeling from the whisper of silk over my skin. Blake follows it down, dropping gentle kisses on the inside of my thigh, my knee, my calf…

I grip the sheets and try to keep it together. I never knew I could be so turned on, not from someone just watching me like this, grazing my skin with his fingertips.

“Blake,” I whisper, writhing on the bed. The ache between my thighs is unbearable. I need him there, I need him now.

“Patience,” he murmurs, reaching to unhook my other stocking. He rolls it down my thigh, even slower this time.

“Bastard,” I moan. “You’re enjoying this.”

Blake chuckles, suddenly nipping the inside of my thigh in a gentle bite. “So are you.”

He’s right. The anticipation is torment, but this is all new to me. Every touch, every sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I want to savor them all, but the craving twisting deep inside me is making it impossible; demanding satisfaction, yearning for release.

“Please,” I gasp again.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” Blake vows. He grips my thighs and slowly eases them apart, settling between them.

My stomach turns over.

Hooking his thumbs under the edge of my panties, Blake slowly pulls them down my legs and casts them aside.

Now I’m totally naked, bared to him.

I flush, self-conscious, but Blake just gazes at me reverently. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “How did I not see it before now?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper. “All that matters is right now.”

Here. Us. His hands on my body, and the heat that’s going to burn us both if he doesn’t make a move—and soon.

As if reading my mind, Blake suddenly leans down and licks up across me in a single, glorious stroke.

I cry out in pleasure.

“Goddamn, Zoey,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me again, licking over my clit and swirling in a hot, wet frenzy that drives me to the brink in seconds.

I gasp, overwhelmed with sensation. Blake’s fingertips dig into my hips, holding me in place as I buck against him. It’s too much, too good, I can’t take it, but he doesn’t let up, not for a moment. His tongue slides over me in an intimate caress, and God, now he’s dipping lower, inside me, into the wet, aching core that’s crying out to be filled.