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Laid Bare

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“I’m older.”
He laughed and then swatted her ass. It’d started out playful, but the sound shot straight to his cock, and her soft sound of surprise wrapped around him, lodging in his gut.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated and kissed her shoulder near her neck. “Undress me, Erin.”
She turned to him and tiptoed up to kiss his lips quickly. Then with determined, slow movements, she unbuttoned each button on his shirt until she slid it open and down his arms.
“I’m not the only one who’s beautiful.” Her nails dragged over the sensitive skin below his belly button, bringing gooseflesh. “You’re still so very big and feral.” Leaning her head toward his body, she breathed him in and made a low, needy sound that tore at his control. “You still smell like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He continued to watch as she unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the front of his jeans, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. He had to swallow hard as she pushed his jeans and shorts down, getting to her knees to help him out of them and his socks.
“Before you suck my cock, and you will, Erin, I want to kiss you. Come here.” He led her to the bed and lay down with her. The bedding smelled like her—spicy, saucy, free.
She looked up at him and he was slammed by a sense of déjà vu so strong his hands trembled.
“I know. I feel it too,” she whispered.
The darkness at his edges smoothed a bit as tenderness rolled through his system. He trailed fingertips down her neck, loving the smooth, warm skin there. All the feeling he’d had for her and abandoned, that he’d shoved far away except as jerk-off fodder, came back to him.
She waited, watching him carefully, he realized, letting him lead, and damned if that didn’t make him want her even more. He lowered his mouth, brushing it over hers, but it was her dimple he sought first. Then down to her jaw. She arched her neck, giving him access, which he took quite greedily. His teeth grazed the hollow of her throat and her hum vibrated against his mouth.
She nearly passed out when he rubbed the whole of his body against hers to get back to her mouth to kiss her. He was so male, hard and predatory; his skin was hot, and the wiry hairs on his thighs abraded her skin just right.
Until that moment when his c**k stroked up and against her cunt, it hadn’t felt totally real. But it did now as his tongue slid into her mouth, boldly taking what he wanted.
If she’d been standing, her knees would have buckled at the gesture. It was nearly too much and yet not enough. She had to have more. But if she pushed for it, demanded it, she’d lose the edge. It was that very thing that made her crave being dominated so much. That delicious choice every time, to want satisfaction so badly and to put it aside and let someone else give it to her the way she needed.
Erin realized this was an audition of sorts for him. Could he do it? Submission wasn’t simply taken—it wouldn’t be submission then. Submission was earned, and Todd needed to be the kind of man who deserved her on her knees. If not, she’d f**k him a few times and move on.
Todd tasted her mouth, took what he wanted as he slowly gave back. He’d been a good lover before but this man knew what he was about in a way only years can teach.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and stared into her face. “It’s been so long. I can’t quite believe this is real.”
How could she not be touched by such a declaration? She glided the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip and he turned, nipping the fleshy part sharply.
He zeroed in on her face, on her reaction, and a smile broke over his face. “I see.”
Todd moved down her body, kissing to her nipple, and she nearly jumped from her skin when he took the ring between his teeth and tugged just right. Not too hard but just hard enough to take her to that place hovering near pain. And when he took the nipple into his mouth and fluttered his tongue, she couldn’t help the groan or the way her nails seemed to dig into his sides where she’d been holding on so tight.
She’d forgotten how much he loved the rings, and it was clear they still did it for him. What he was doing sure did it for her.
When her nails scored into his side, he hissed, not from pain but from the sharpness of sensation. Unable to stop himself, he bit the fleshy side of her breast, holding back only for a moment and then realizing if he listened to her body and her responses, he’d know how far to go. When she moaned, arching into his mouth, he knew where that line was and tucked it away.
He licked across the place he’d bitten and moved down further, drawing his tongue over the tats on her side and belly. She still had a ring in her belly button, and he still thought it looked hot.
“Shall I lick your cunt?” he asked, surprised by the roughness of his voice.
“Please, ohgod, please,” she whispered back.
He wanted her to suck his cock, wanted to f**k her, wanted everything at once, but he reined himself in. He’d have her; they’d have each other. There was time.
He settled low on the bed, his face right above her pu**y, and spread her open with his thumbs. Her scent teased him, drove him to want to dive in. Instead he inhaled, having missed her more than he’d allowed himself to admit until that moment.
The way his fingers dug into her skin, the way she arched up into his mouth, taking what she wanted—within limits—turned him on beyond all measure. How he loved to eat a woman’s pu**y as she lay spread open for him this way.
Each fold, each furl of her cunt brought him back to that place when she’d offered herself to him ten years before and he’d not understood, not totally, what a gift she’d been.