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My eyes travel down the beautiful woman in front of me, stopping when I meet her waxed, bare sex. Sliding one hand away from her hip, I trace a solitary finger up and down either side of her swollen lips, teasing her by refusing to dip it in between them to pull out her wetness and spread it around. Her hips move against my fingers, begging me for more. I look up at her as she bites down on her lower lip, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against the wall.
I slowly drag my finger between her inner lips and circle it around her clit until I hear her moan.
“Open your eyes, Lee. I want you to watch me suck your clit into my mouth and push my tongue inside you,” I tell her with a low voice.
With a shaky breath, she opens her eyes, her eyelids fluttering as she struggles to focus before looking down at me. When I’m sure she’s not going to look away again, I close my own eyes and the distance between us, preparing to do exactly as I promised. I tighten my hand on her hip as she writhes against me, wrap my lips around her clit and pull it hard into my mouth.
“Fuck! Oh, my God.”
She lets out a strangled curse and it takes everything in me not to shout with her as I get my first taste of her sweet * on my tongue.


Chapter 8—Sex on Fire

“OPEN YOUR EYES, Lee. I want you to watch me suck your clit into my mouth and push my tongue inside you.”
I’m a little embarrassed by the fact that just those simple words from Collin are almost enough to make me come. It’s only when he buries his face between my legs and I feel his lips and tongue wrap around my clit that I realize the words were nothing compared to the feel of him working me into his mouth.
I’m only half aware of the curses flying from my mouth as his tongue circles my clit. When his hand joins his mouth between my legs and he quickly thrusts two of his long, thick fingers inside of me, the sensation becomes almost too much to bear and I have to force myself to keep my eyes open like he asked. I must admit that the sight of him sucking my clit past his lips as he f*cks me roughly with his fingers is almost as hot as feeling it happen.
I bring my hands to the back of his head and pull him in closer, thrusting my hips against his face as he works me over with his lips and tongue and his fingers curl inside of me. Our eyes meet as he looks up from what he’s doing, his mouth moving away from me but his fingers continuing their deep push and pull.
“Lee,” he moans my name, the hot breath from his words tickling against my sex. “You taste so f*cking sweet, baby. Like sugar and honey.”
I’ve never been much for dirty talk. Jordan and I were both virgins, so our initial attempts at sex were awkward and fumbling at best. Once we learned each other’s bodies and figured out what worked and what didn’t, we had a pretty good sex life for the better part of our marriage. I’ve always been a little on the shy side, so Jordan was usually the aggressor when it came to our sex life. When he attempted a little dirty talk, it always felt weird and it never turned me on. I was satisfied with our routine and, even though we experimented here and there with different positions and toys, I’m realizing now just how much I’ve been missing. The strength of the response this man wrings from me with only his tongue and his fingers and a handful of words borders on cataclysmic.
As Collin dives back between my thighs, sliding his tongue inside me with his fingers, a part of me wonders if I’m reacting so strongly because I’m with someone new and different or because Collin instinctively knows my body like the back of his hand. Even though what’s happening right now is new territory for us, he knows the exact pressure I need from his mouth and he knows the perfect way to curl his fingers inside of me as pulls them out. Even after over a decade of marriage, Jordan still needed instruction when it came to giving me pleasure. I moved his fingers when they rubbed in the wrong direction or grasped onto his hips to slow him down when he f*cked me too fast. The man worshipping my * has no such problem. Collin works my body like he’s spent years getting intimately acquainted with it.