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skin hot against mine. He reaches under me and I lift up a little, letting him undo my bra, remove it altogether. He looks down at me and sighs. “God,” he says, shaking his head, then takes the other breast in his mouth. After a while, he continues downward, dropping feathery kisses over my stomach. His tongue brushes down into my belly button, but the feel of it is like he—
    “This?”
    “Greg…” I moan.
    He stops his tongue, and I quickly say, “Yes… Yes…”
    His fingertips push at the hem of my skirt, easing it up so my panties start to show. He scoots further down my body.
    “Do you want this?” He pauses and looks up at me. I swallow.
    “Yes.”
    He reaches down toward my knees, pushes them apart, and then slips my skirt right up to my waist. I lift my hips off the bed to help him, and he presses his mouth onto my inner thigh, tracing up and down with his lips and tongue. He moves up between my legs, blows a warm breath against my panties, then moves back down the other inner thigh. Holy crap. He does it again, then stops in the middle, pressing a hard kiss there .
    “Uhh…” I utter. I’m betting he can feel me wet even through the cotton.
    “Sure you want this?” His voice is low, a growl.
    I nod, though I know he can’t see me do it from there. My fingers twist into his hair.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
    “Y-yes.”
    He kisses me again through my panties, then sucks, then pushes his tongue into the damp dip and runs his mouth upwards again.
    “Oh god…”
    His fingers tense under my ass as I speak, and then his fingers rush up eagerly, pulling my panties down. I press my thighs together for a moment so he can pull them down my legs and off, and then he settles back between my legs. I feel his breath in rapid, tickling bursts against me. He runs his tongue up from bottom to top, swirling around my hardening clit.
    “Mmm… Greg…” I pant. He pulls back. No no no …
    “Are you sure you w—”
    “Yes!” I gasp loudly, and his mouth is back on me. My fists clench in his hair and I wriggle, raising my hips up against his tongue as it works up, down, around, driving me crazy. “Oh my god…”
    Then he starts sucking. Gently at first, then harder, the tip of his tongue swirling around my clit in between times. I feel my insides tighten in a way I’ve never felt before in my life .
    “Yes…” I groan.
    He keeps going, his fingers digging into my ass, lifting me up toward his mouth.
    “Yes…”
    I feel the tightening build… It almost hurts it feels so good. I can hardly form the word—
    “ Yeeesss …”
    My voice is strained. His tongue swirls faster and I arch my back, lifting my head right off the bed. I feel the intensity build and build and it really does feel like reaching the top of the mountain, like the highest peak, like that very word, climax —
    “YES!”
    I collapse back, panting, exhausted. Holy shit.
    Holy.
    Shit.
    My ears are ringing. I claw at his shoulders, my hands urging him back on top of me. His lips trace their path slowly back up to my mouth and I taste myself on his tongue. His skin is damp with sweat and I feel him through his jeans, straining hard against me. I grind up against him and he moans. I need more. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it after that, but I do. And he definitely does.
    I reach down and undo his belt buckle, the button on his fly. He does the rest, pushing his jeans off his legs impatiently, and then settling gently back on top of me. There’s only his boxers now… He curses and reaches back down to his jeans where they’ve fallen beside the bed, rummaging for something. I ogle his ass for a moment as he does, and realize he’s going for the condom in his wallet. I’m glad he’s prepared at least. I try and bite back any worries about why.
    He returns his attentions to me, placing the condom onto the nightstand, but I push him over onto his back and climb on top of him.