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She breathes out hard. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe you haven’t wanted anyone enough to come. Maybe you haven’t felt enough of this kind of red-hot desire to let go the way you need to.”

She slides her palm between us, grappling at my erection. “I want you that much, Malone. I want to let go with you.”

“Tell me what you want tonight. Tell me what you’re desperate to do.”

She raises her hands, grabs my face, and holds me roughly. “I want to ride your face.”

A groan tears through me, pure lust rushing to every single molecule. “Then get naked and get on me.”

In the bedroom, our clothes come off in a mad flurry, and we’re on the bed, crawling toward the headboard, tangled up in each other. I slide underneath her, grabbing her hips. “Fuck my face, Sloane. Do it however you want. Fast, slow, rough, hard.”

She lowers herself to me, and I bring her down to my mouth. I groan against her pussy, so wet, so ready, so damn eager.

She cries out at that first touch, at the very moment we make contact. I lick a line up her center, flick my tongue against her hard clit, and suck her like I’m kissing her fiercely. She shudders and lets out a sound so carnal, so feral that it gets me even harder, and it makes her even wetter. She falls forward, grabbing at the headboard.

For a moment, I break contact, whispering roughly, “Show me how much you want me, Sloane. Fuck my face that way.”

That’s all she needs. The freedom to be who she is, and she’s off, rocking and riding and finding the angle, the speed, the pace that she needs. The taste of her is intoxicating, the scent divine. Her sounds are a filthy symphony, making my dick ache.

The amount of lust in my body is more than one man can sustain. With one hand on her hip, I slide the other down to grip my cock, fisting it. The relief is temporary, but so damn necessary.

I stroke and jerk as she rocks and swivels, her noises intensifying, her groans growing, and her moves turning ever more frantic. She glances behind her and gasps.

Oh God.

That’s so . . .

You.

Hot.

Malone.

Do it.

Get yourself off.

I grip my cock as she goes crazy on my face. She’s off like a shot, as if discovering my lust has flipped the switch.

Her taste floods my tongue; her sounds echo through the room. I let go of my grip on my shaft, clutching her hips so she doesn’t fall as she shakes and shudders against me. But when she comes down from her high, she’s a cheetah, scrambling. She’s between my legs in a flash.

Everything is a blur.

Her mouth on me.

Sucking.

Licking.

Cupping me.

Her hair spilling all over my legs. Her noises. My own groans and moans. She’s gripping, licking, sucking, and then my orgasm obliterates my mind, racing down my body till I’m coming hard in her mouth, grabbing her hair, grunting and growling. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

Shudders wrack my body, and I come for days.

After, she curls up against me. “Do you know what did it for me?”

I know. But she wants to say it, so I ask, “What did it for you?”

“Seeing you touch yourself,” she answers, teasing her fingers along my belly.

“Yeah?”

She nods. “That’s one of the best things I’m learning from these lessons.”

It’s a warm glow, the knowledge that this experience has become more enlightening than either one of us expected. We’re both discovering things about each other. We’re experiencing more than the fast track to coming. “What are you learning exactly?”

Absently, she drags her fingers up and down my pecs. “I didn’t know this when we started. But now, I think what I was missing all along was to want somebody this much. To want someone the way I want you. That’s my biggest turn-on. That’s what keeps me in the zone.”

I’m back in the zone already. “That’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

She grins. “And then to look down and see you getting yourself off, to know you were so turned on that you simply had to touch yourself—that sent me soaring. That’s what turns me on more than anything.”

I slide a hand through her hair, my skin buzzing. “Sloane, there is nothing sexier than you chasing your pleasure.” There’s something I want to say. Something I’m realizing. “You know, you’re not the only one learning here.”

“Is that so?”

“These last few nights—they don’t feel like lessons. Or not like I’m giving you lessons. It feels like we’re both listening to each other. Paying attention to each other.”

“It does feel that way. Like I’m figuring out how you like it too.”

I stage-cough. “I like it every way with you.”

“But I like knowing that. And I like how wild you get when you’re near the end. You’re loud and rough, and I love getting you there.”

“And I’ve learned that you have a tiger in you.”

She laughs, then affects a roar. “Maybe I do.”

I run my hand down her belly. “Maybe you just needed someone to let the tiger come out and play.”

She pretends to purr. “Do tigers purr?”

I shake my head. “No. The only big cat that can purr is the cheetah. Smaller cats purr, like bobcats, cougars, and house cats.”