He reached out to run a finger along the top edge of the strappy tank top she wore. His voice husky with want, he said, “I’ve been dying to know what you’ve got on under that incredibly tiny outfit.”

She gave a little shrug and said, “Nothing, really.”

His eyes shot back up to hers. Incredulously, he asked, “Nothing?”

“Not a stitch,” she said as she reached for the hem of her tank top.

He frowned and said, “I don’t know how I feel about you walking around with no panties on.”

“I took them off when you told me you were coming to the club,” she admitted, flushing. “They’re in my bag.”

His eyes darkened with pleasure as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. Not moving a muscle, he said, “The skirt too.”

Lilly’s hand shook slightly as she pulled the zipper down and slid the skirt down over her hips. She let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you would be,” he admitted. He began unbuttoning the buttons on his sleeves and said, “I want to take my time, but I need to be buried inside you so badly. You can’t possibly understand how badly I need you right now.”

Lilly stepped forward, working at the buttons on his collar, her hands more steady now. She said, “I’ve been on edge since our first kiss, Talan. You don’t know how many times...”

He took in her flushed face, grinning, and asked, “How many times what, Lilly? I’m very interested to know what you were going to say.”

She cursed her lack of an internal filter and then said, “I touched myself, and wished it was you.”

Talan let out a low, tortured groan and moved his hands to the buckle of his belt. Together they managed to strip him out of the rest of his clothes and they crawled onto the bed. When his body was pressed against hers, she let her

hands roam, exploring the hard ridges of the muscles on his back as they continued to kiss.

The hand that had cradled her cheek slid down to cup her breast, as he softened the kiss and backed away. Watching her, Talan rubbed the pad of his thumb across the tight nipple. When her eyelids slid closed, he continued to stroke his fingertips across her sensitive breasts. The low hum of pleasure that coursed through her body spiked dramatically when he gave one of the tight peaks a quick pinch. The pleasure and pain of it blended so beautifully, she arched her back and cried out from it.

She heard a low moan as he worked his way down her body. His warm mouth latched onto her right breast. The raspy strokes of his tongue against the tender flesh sent sparks of pleasure skittering through her system. The gentle suction of his mouth increased, until she was rolling her hips against him and panting. She had never known it could feel this good. As her body began to adjust to the sensations of his mouth on her sensitive nipples, she felt the barest hint of his teeth against her skin.

She shuddered against him and moaned, “So good.”

The fingers that had been toying with her other breast gave it a sharp pinch as he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. She arched her back, the feelings running through her so intense that she couldn’t help but scream out her pleasure.

When he released her breasts, he said, “So responsive, little one.”

Talan began to work his way down her stomach, his mouth lingering in a few spots until she all but writhed against him. As he moved to wedge his shoulders between her open thighs, she murmured, “Oh God.”

He chuckled, his mouth centimetres from her aching pussy, and said, “Not God, just Talan.”

Seconds later, his fingers parted her folds and he began to lap at her juices. She moaned with abandon as his tongue stroked her from opening to clit and then back again. Though it was muffled, she heard him say, “You taste so fucking good, Lilly.”

She vaguely realized that he’d never cursed in her presence before this moment, but before she could read more into it, his tongue began to circle her clit slowly. She balled her hands into tight fists and arched her hips into his mouth.

He reached up and held her hips down with the flat of his palm. She tensed against him and then heard a muffled, “Let me.” She relaxed again and let go, enjoying the sensation of his tongue against her flesh. When the swirling of his tongue sped up, she gave a sharp gasp. His tongue moved against her more quickly than any human’s could. This combined with the gentle suction he applied to her clit had her fisting her hands in the comforter around her and moaning with abandon.

His tongue, incredibly, sped up even more. She began to shudder uncontrollably. Seconds later, release barrelled through her system unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She screamed out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She realized, when his mouth finally stilled, that her hand was clutching his hair and pulling it. Aghast, she quickly released it.

As if he was reading her thoughts, he grinned and said, “Don’t worry. I liked it.”

He crawled up the length of her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The taste of herself on his lips was a foreign experience for her. She slid her hands up and around his neck, enjoying the lazy way his tongue stroked hers.

When the kiss ended, he said, “I need to be inside you, Lilly.”

In response, she took a deep breath and then said, “I should probably tell you that I’ve never done this before.”

He stiffened above her and asked, “Never?”

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