I hear her breath catch when I duck my head, her fingers carding through my hair and curling tight when my tongue first parts her. I curl my hands around her thighs to hold them open, peering up over the slopes of her body as I circle the swollen bud of her clit. Her breasts heave and her belly quivers, and her harsh grip in my hair is a welcome sting, her soft cries spurring me on, making my blood sing. “Ezra,” she cries out when I close my lips around her to suck. “Yes.” I’m distantly aware that my nails must be biting into the soft expanse of her thighs, but part of me likes the idea of
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