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I watch your face in the mirror. After you come again—tightening around my cock—I’m going to come inside you. And judging by the way my cock feels right now. I’m going to fucking explode. That’s what I want.”
    I blinked at him a couple of beats. I wasn’t prepared for his very detailed and graphic answer. Then I smiled at him and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I love a man who knows what he wants,” I murmured.
    I sat down in the chair and Rivers helped me put my legs over the arms of the overstuffed chair. He knelt in front of me and reached forward to grip my hips. He nudged me forward, until I was right on the edge of the seat.
    He ran his fingers down the inside of each thigh before he touched my sex. Rivers touched everywhere, softly gazing at each inch of me. I watched him. His eyes were soft, liquid. He glanced up at me quickly and then bent his head forward and sucked my clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and then sucked on it gently.
    As soon as his mouth touched me an ache built. The familiar heat warmed me, heated me to a level I thought I’d internally combust. Rivers knew how to work his tongue. Between licking and sucking my clit and rolling his tongue around it, I was writhing in the chair in seconds, my heavy breathing loud in the room.
    “Rivers,” I breathed and threaded my fingers through his hair.
    His head lifted and he looked at me. His eyes were glassy and he had a dazed looked on his face, one I’m sure was mirrored on mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “What?”
    “You called my name. Do you want me to stop?”
    “God, no! Don’t stop.”
    He smirked and buried his head in my pussy again. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against my swollen pussy lips. His breath tickled in a way that made me squirm in a whole new way. I moaned and scooted closer to the edge of the seat.
    Rivers pumped his tongue in and out of my slit. He flicked it against my insides and pulled sounds from me I should have been embarrassed uttering but didn’t give a hot damn about at the time. I just didn’t want him to stop. I was on the fast track to an orgasm and it was going to be huge if the heaviness in my belly and tits were any sign.
    I held Rivers’ head to me with one hand. My fingers ran through his hair. Sometimes fisting and pulling with the feelings he created in me.
    His tongue continued to flick in and out of my pussy when he reached up and massaged my breasts. He pushed his hands under my top and bra. He alternated between twisting my hard nipples and pulling on them and it drove me wild. My hips bucked. I moaned and my head rolled back and forth on the back of the chair.
    “Look at me, Julia,” he ordered. I looked down at him between my legs. His lips glistened from my juices. “Don’t come.”
    “I—”
    “Are you close, baby?”
    “Yeah,” I moaned.
    Rivers pushed back on his heels. He kept a hand on me, or rather in me, the entire time he undid his pants. He stood and yanked them down one handed. His erection burst free, hard and ready.
    With one arm he swiped the magazines off the table next to the chair. He took a little more care with lamp and potpourri. Then he helped me stand up. He held me close to him and kissed me deep and thoroughly. “Taste that sweetness, baby? That’s you. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day.”
    His words pull a moan from me and I fisted my hand in the front of his shirt. He loosened my hand and gently turned me around and pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He kneed my legs apart. “Spread for me, Julia. I want to see myself going into you.”
    “God, you’re going make me come right now if you don’t stop talking like that.”
    He chuckled and pushed up my skirt. I watched him in the mirror in front of me. He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy and let it rest there a beat while he glanced up to make sure I was watching. He gave me a half grin before he