He sets me down next to the bed and peels off the tank and lounge pants.

I’m naked again. We’re naked together.

For a moment, I gaze at him. At his perfection. His corded muscles, his flawless abs, his hair—a shade darker when it’s wet—still dripping from the shower.

And his cock.

Damn, it’s a work of art. He walks back to the bathroom and returns with two more towels. He dries his hair with one and then dries me with the other.

Carefully. So carefully, as if I’m made of the most delicate glass.

“Get ready, Caroline Pike,” he says, “for a night neither of us will ever forget.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Donny

Yeah, I’m hard again, but after three times, I can handle this.

I can give this lovely lady what she deserves.

A one-orgasm woman?

We’ll see about that.

I toss the towels over a chair and set her gently on the bed. Her tits beckon me with hard pink-brown nipples. I tweak one gently. Then not so gently.

She gasps.

But she doesn’t tell me to stop.

Nice.

I take one nipple between my lips, its texture like silk against my tongue. I suck gently.

Then not so gently.

A sigh tumbles out of her, like a volcanic vibration, only softer. More perfect.

“Beautiful,” I whisper against her rosy flesh.

Then I suck her nipple again, finding the other with my fingers. I tug on it gently.

Then not so gently.

I love to give nipples the rough treatment, and Callie seems into it.

Which spurs me on further.

I want to spend hours on her nipples. Hours upon hours upon hours, but my cock has other ideas.

No.

A wave of determination sweeps through me.

I will not fuck her.

Not yet.

I will play her body like a violin, make her quiver with my bow.

I move to the other nipple, lick, suck, tug.

She squirms beneath me. “Donny,” she says softly. “Feels good.”

“Mmm, good, baby,” I murmur, and then suck hard on the sweet nipple in my mouth.

I get a gasp out of her again. A good gasp. A turned-on gasp.

Damn, my dick.

No. No. No.

I move her so she’s lying flat on the bed, supine, and I kiss down her flat abdomen to the top of her vulva. Her dark hair is neatly trimmed, not shaved like most women I bed.

And for some crazy reason, that visual turns me on even more.

I press kisses to the soft hair. And it is soft, not rough like most pubic hair. Damn.

Then I spread her legs slowly, even though my cock is telling me to speed things up. I’m determined to think with the head between my shoulders, not the head between my legs, as I have been.

I gaze at the pussy before me. Pink. Swollen. Glistening with cream.

I inhale.

Damn. Shouldn’t have done that.

My cock is ready to explode.

But her fragrance mesmerizes me. Musky and slightly fruity. Perfect in its simplicity.

Except there’s nothing simple about Callie Pike.

This perfect pussy is home to my cock, and though I want more than anything to bulldoze inside her again, I lower my head and flick my tongue over her swollen clit.

She gasps and arches her back.

Again. I lick her clit again. Again, again, again.

“Donny. God!”

I slide my tongue lower, then, over the entrance to her pussy, her folds like the satin of a flower petal. Her flavor. God, her flavor. She bursts onto my tongue with an explosion of citrusy tang—like the fragrance only multiplied a thousandfold.

“My God,” I rasp against her inner thigh. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

“Nice line,” she grits out.

It’s not a line. I want to tell her that, but her pussy is right in front of me. Right at my lips and tongue, and I dive back in.

I could shove a finger in. Maybe two, and have her coming in an instant.

But then I’d have to stop licking and tasting her. Remove my tongue from inside her.

Not yet. I’m not nearly done tasting her sweet cream.

I glide over and around her folds, tug on her labia with my teeth, fuck her with my tongue. If only my tongue were longer, if I could go in deeper, taste more of her.

More. More. More.

When she grabs my head, though, I have to give her a climax.

I suck lightly on her clit while I shove a finger inside her tightness.

That’s it.

All it takes.

She contracts around me, her thighs hugging my head as she comes.

“Yes! My God!”

Her voice floats around me, and she continues to contract on my finger.

I massage the anterior part of her, and she squeezes her thighs together when I find her G-spot. I add another finger, determined to show her she’s capable of more than one orgasm.

Except this first one hasn’t stopped yet.

She’s still going as I lick her clit. It throbs beneath my tongue.

Her cream erupts on my lips and chin, and I…

I…

“Fuck,” I growl, as I climb over her and thrust inside.

She’s still climaxing, and she milks my cock with her sweet contractions.

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