Trey’s hand slid up Ambi’s creamy white thigh, so smooth, like silk, that his fingertips felt rough against her skin. He’d touched her like this before. Years ago. Why did it seem like it was the first time? His cock ached and throbbed. He wanted to take himself in his hand and stroke himself at the same time, but when Ambi’s head lolled back against the floor and her eyes slammed shut, he was done.

She was giving him permission. Silent permission to keep going.

Trey knelt between her gorgeous legs, staring at her yellow cotton panties. There was a dark stain in the center, where her arousal had leaked out, staining them. His mouth flooded with saliva and his hands ached just about as badly as his cock. He remembered how sweet Ambi tasted. He remembered everything about her, but he had to taste her. He had to taste her like it was the first time. He was so desperate to get to her that he had to take a steadying breath just to slow himself the fuck down.

Instead of splitting Ambi’s legs and ripping her panties clean off, Trey forced himself to go slow. To part her legs gently, to trail hot kisses over her delicate satin skin, up her calf, over her knee, up her trembling thighs. He kissed his way to his prize before he hesitated.

Ambi’s hands tangled in his hair, tugging him into her so that his hot, rapid breaths exploded all over her panty covered sex.

“It’s been five years, Trey. What the hell are you waiting for?” Her hips jacked up into his face, a not so subtle suggestion.

He nearly laughed and wept at the same time. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from doing either. It was a very good possibility that all he was going to be able to do was this since he was two seconds away from coming all over Ambi’s creamy thighs, but yeah. He wasn’t about to tell her that and not just because it wasn’t sexy. It was also too fast. That’s not what she had in mind when she told him to hurry it the hell up.

“I want to take my time with you,” he groaned. “Savor you. Make this special. It’s been a long time, Ambi. Too long.”

“I don’t want you to go slow. Just… just get your mouth on me already.”

It was a good thing Ambi’s eyes were closed because he was grinning like a fool. He ducked his head, running his hand along the seam of her panties, his thumb dancing between cotton and her overheated skin. She whimpered and tried to turn into his touch, tried to position his hand right where she needed it most, but he wasn’t going to give in to her. Yet.

Instead, he lowered his mouth to her sex and ran his tongue along the stain there, sucking her panties into his mouth, tasting her and wetting them further. Ambi thrashed below him. Her nails raked against his scalp. She was ferocious, and god, he loved it. He wanted to do battle with her. He wanted to see the ferocious, pent up, angry, wonton side that she’d never showed him.

“What do you want, Ambi? My mouth on you?”

“Yes,” she begged. “Yes. Put your mouth on me.”

“Even if it’s a filthy mouth?”

“Especially if it’s a filthy mouth, you dork.”

Trey gave her what she wanted. He licked and suckled her through her panties, the fabric so wet that they clung to her sex, outlining every single gorgeous detail. She’d always preferred getting waxed and she was smooth, gorgeous, and glorious. She tasted sweet and raw, exactly as he remembered. She flooded her panties, soaking through the fabric as he drove her wild.

She thrashed against the floor, opening herself to him, pushing her pelvis into his face. When he thrust a finger underneath her panties, she was scalding hot, slick and soaked. He trailed his finger over her blazing hot folds while she just about ripped his hair out. When he slipped a finger inside, she went wild. He groaned against her soaked panties. She was so tight. So fucking tight.

If her rapid breathing and the increased tempo of her moans and her half-stammered please were any indications, she was also very, very close.

She wasn’t going to beg him. She’d never begged for him to give her pleasure. He wanted to hear the please fall from her lips. His name. Anything. She kept her mouth resolutely shut, refusing to give up control completely and he didn’t fault her. He hoped he had time to wear down her defenses. To hear his name falling from her sugar-coated lips.

He thrust his finger inside of her again and at the same time, positioned his mouth over her clit. He sucked her, through her panties and all, rolling his tongue over the tight bud. It was all it took. She shattered beneath him, bucking her hips and writhing as the climax took hold and washed over her. He kept going, thrusting his finger deep inside of her and suckling her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

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