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He answered with another kiss on my shoulder.
“But back to you being greedy.” Two fingers slid inside me without warning, his thumb finding my clit right after, and whatever was left of my focus was gone.
He lowered his body under me and grabbed me by the ass cheeks with a squeeze. The first swipe of his tongue came, slow and flat, and my legs nearly gave out. He caught me before I dropped, both hands full of my ass, holding me right where he wanted me. “I said keep going.” He slapped my ass and went back to work.
“Ducane.” I could barely get his name out. My hands kept moving, even though I’d forgotten what part of my leg I was rubbing. “How am I supposed to focus with you doing that?”
The slurping was driving my knees to buckle. He took my whole weight, lifted me clean off the floor until my legs were over his shoulders. There was nothing holding me up but him. That turned me on even more.
His tongue didn’t let up. Not once. I felt my climax building too fast, too big, and the size of it made me nervous.
“Don’t.” My voice shook. “Don’t stop.”
That wasn’t what I was trying to say.
“Don’t drop me, Ducane.”
“I’m not gonna drop you, baby. I got you. I always got you. Now give it to me.”
Ducane tongue-fucked me until my orgasm tore through me hard enough to white out the room. My thighs clamped around his head. I had to bite down on my own hand to keep from screaming the house down. I rode it all the way out, shaking, his name spilling out of me in pieces.
He lowered me down gently and crawled up my body, dragging his mouth up my stomach, my chest, my throat, until he reached my lips.
“You smell so fucking good.” He kissed me slowly, letting me taste myself on him. I moaned into his mouth, and he caught it, swallowed it. “Mhmm. I was hoping you’d do that for me.”
He reached back for the body oil, warmed some between his hands, and massaged my feet. His thumb pressed into my arches, just like in the car, I moaned. He brought my foot up and ran his tongue along it before sucking on my toes. I was a sucker for that shit, and he knew that. The enjoyment of watching me squirm and twist on the sheets was all over his face.
“Quiet, Skye.” The corner of his mouth tipped up. “You wake my daughter, I’mma be real upset I had to stop.”
I bit my lip as he settled between my thighs. I felt the thick head of his dick teasing my entrance until I was dizzy and wetter than I remembered being able to get. He kissed up the inside of my leg until he was leaning over me, caging me in, his forehead dropping to mine.
“This was a long month, my love.” He pushed slowly, inch by inch, entering my walls, watching my face the whole way. “I missed this. I missed you.”
“Oh, baby.” It came out on a broken breath, barely a sound. “I missed you, too.”
“Shh.” He folded me up, knees to my chest, and went deeper, his mouth right at my ear. “I know. I know. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Our lips met as our bodies found their rhythm, slow and deep. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back, one hand sliding up to grip the headboard so he could go deeper without taking us both through the wall.
I clung to his back, my nails finding skin. Every drag of him hit the ache that had been sitting in me since the last time he touched me. I had to turn my face into his shoulder to keep from waking Cadence.
“Look at me.” He caught my chin, brought my eyes back to him, his hips never breaking pace. “I said be quiet, not to hide. I want all of it. Every sound you’re trying not to make, just be a good girl and do it quietly for me.”
“Ducane, baby.”
“I’m right here.” He kissed me through it, swallowing the moan I couldn’t hold back. His pace stayed steady, devastating, that good, deep stroke unraveling me one slow thrust at a time. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.”
He dropped his forehead back to mine, breathing ragged, and his hips found a different rhythm, one with an ask buried in it. I felt myself clench around him, chasing whatever he was building toward before he even said a word.
“I need another baby, Skye.” He said it against my mouth, dead serious, hips still working. “Give me one I get to be here for. Start to finish.”
I would have agreed to anything at that moment, signed it in blood, as long as that backstroke didn’t stop.
“Yes,” I breathed as he coaxed another orgasm out of me. “Okay. Yes.”
He took his time reminding me why he was the best and the only one ever to do it. I was left shaking and biting his shoulder to keep from crying out. When he finally let go, he buried his own moans and declarations in my neck, holding me so tight I thought we’d merge into one.
“I love you, Ducane.”
