Three of his fingers edged me to insanity. My fingers trailed his neck as he dropped to one knee. The shaved part of his hair was rough as my hand ran up into his dyed mess of waves. “Please,” I begged, feeling the tip of his nose skim against me. Closer, move closer. “Need something?” he asked between kisses by my knee. He wound me tight, and the ache from craving that release spread. Everett bit at the soft flesh of my thigh, and I cried out again. “I need to come, please.” My voice wobbled and my chest pounded as I drew in deeper breaths. His tongue traced over me, giving the throbbing a
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