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“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop,” I pant. “I’m gonna come soon. Wanna feel you come on my dick.”
I reach down to rub her clit, determined to get her there with me. Willow cries out, her pussy clenching around me. The added friction pushes me over the edge.
And I explode inside her with a roar.
Chapter Six
WILLOW
The next morning, I wake up the next morning to the feeling of Heath’s tongue flickering between my legs.
Pleasure zings through me, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, and I let out a soft moan.
"Mmm, I wish every morning started like this," I murmur, my voice husky. I reach down and thread my fingers through Heath's hair.
He chuckles, the vibrations making me gasp. "Couldn't help myself, beautiful. You're irresistible." His finger teases my entrance before slipping inside as his tongue continues its mind-melting ministrations.
My back arches off the bed. I'm already so close, my body wound tight and begging for release.
"I could spend all day with my head between your thighs,” he growls. "You taste so incredible.” A second finger joins the first, curling deliciously inside me as his thumb circles my clit.
I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets. White hot ecstasy builds rapidly deep in my core.
"Don't stop, I'm gonna--"
The breath leaves my lungs on a keening moan as the intense pleasure crests and breaks over me in shimmering waves. I tremble and clench around his fingers as he works me through the aftershocks.
Heath crawls up my body, gathering me into his strong arms. I'm boneless and sated, melting against his solid chest.
"That was so hot, Willow," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. "You drive me wild, you know that? I'm addicted to the sounds you make, the way you move, how perfect you feel. You turn me on so much."
I blush, warmth blooming in my chest at his praise. "You're the one turning me on. That was mind-blowing." I tilt my head to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
"You deserve to feel good, baby. I plan to spend a lot of time making that happen." He grins cockily and I can't help but giggle.
"Is that so?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to look unimpressed but failing miserably.
"Absolutely." He pecks my lips once more then rolls out of bed. "I'm going to get started on breakfast. You relax."
I stretch languidly as I watch him pull on a pair of boxers and head to the kitchen. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at the ceiling, replaying last night in my mind.
I can hardly believe I gave my virginity to Heath Donovan. It seems surreal.
But gosh, it was amazing.
He was so gentle and attentive, constantly checking in to make sure I was okay, that I felt good. He took his time, lavishing every inch of my body with attention until I was mindless with need.
I've never felt so cherished, so worshipped. So completely satisfied, physically and emotionally. The way he held me after, whispering sweet praise in my ear... I felt so safe, so adored. So treasured.
Is this what love feels like? The thought flits through my mind, sending a thrill of both excitement and unease through me. It's way too soon for that. We barely know each other. I know I could fall for him, and fall hard.
Maybe I'm already halfway there.
Grinning to myself, I nuzzle into the pillow, inhaling the mingled scents of Heath's cologne and our lovemaking. I let my eyes flutter closed as I doze lightly, the sounds of Heath moving around the kitchen lulling me into a blissful half-sleep. My stomach rumbles at the enticing scent of coffee and the sizzle of bacon but I'm too comfortable to move just yet.
A few minutes later, I wander out to the kitchen, wearing nothing but Heath's discarded t-shirt. It falls to mid-thigh on me, the hem flirting with the curve of my rear.
Heath is at the stove, expertly flipping pancakes. He's donned a pair of low-slung sweatpants but his sculpted torso is still bare. I take a moment to admire the flex of muscles in his back and shoulders as he moves.