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lifted me onto the counter and I exhaled in surprise. No one had ever set me on a counter like that, and let me tell you, it was fucking hot. He took one of my ample breasts into his hand, bent over and took it into his mouth right through my sheer top.
    Exhaling heavily, I wanted his mouth on my bare skin. I leaned back, pulled off my top, and tossed it aside. He leaned down toward my belly button and kissed it before swirling his tongue around the stud. His hands were flat on my back and moving up toward my bra clasp. In seconds my lacy, turquoise bra was sailing through the air as well.
    When he moved up to my breast and took my hard nipple into his warm mouth, I groaned and shuddered. God, it had been so long that my skin was super sensitive everywhere. Even so, I’d never been on the receiving end of someone who seemed so hungry for me. He was driving me mad.
    All of a sudden, I was impatient for him to enter me. His tongue flicked back and forth over my nipple and I boldly wrapped my legs around his waist, unable to hide my wanting. One arm held me tight against him while his free hand massaged my other breast. I was going mad with what he was doing with his tongue. He sucked and pulled and ran his tongue all over my nipple. Every flick and pull resonated in my crotch and I squeezed him tighter against me.
    My other breast was aching for equal treatment and, as if he knew, he launched onto that one and sucked it so well I couldn’t help but moan and grind against him shamelessly.
    I was cursing my damn jeans and that damn counter. We didn’t line up quite right and I was longing to feel his hard cock against my crotch.
    “Grayson—”
    He came up and pressed his mouth hard against me. I opened to him and pressed hard back, wanting every part of him.
    I fumbled for the button on my jeans but he pushed my hand away. “I want to do it,” he said, his voice deep and husky. He unzipped me and I leaned back on my hands, lifting my hips slightly as he slid my jeans off and let them drop to the floor.
    He took in my underwear—the lacey pair that went with my bra—and gave me a ravenous look. I was positively burning. I lifted my hips again and he slid off my underwear, but before I knew where it disappeared to, he bent over and dove between my legs. He took me into his mouth, his rough tongue sliding up my clit, and I cried out, arching my back and grabbing the hair on the back of his head. “Oh god!”
    My entire body lit up as his tongue stroked me over and over again. His hands gripped my hips and held me close as I angled even more toward his hungry mouth. I was scandalizing myself, but there was no stopping then, not that I wanted to. In mere seconds I was dangerously close to going over the edge right there on his kitchen island, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want it to be over so soon and I longed to have him inside me. But the waves of pleasure his tongue gave me were so intense I couldn’t make him stop either.
    Then it was too late.
    My climax took me hard and fast and I arched back, doing my best to stifle my cries. Ripples of pleasure tore through my body again and again as he continued to work my clit. I curled forward as my orgasm reached a high I’d never known before. I grabbed his broad shoulders as my body reached its last, delicious peak. But though I felt the satisfaction of an orgasm, my body didn’t relax and cool as it usually did. I looked down and saw his tongue flicking on my clit, and I was instantly rising again. Wanting him inside me still.
    I pulled on his shoulders slightly, letting him know I wanted him to come up to me. He instantly took the hint and left my mound, but lifted me off the counter, carrying me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I was pressed against his bare chest, but still not aligned over his cock as I desperately wanted to be.
    Feeling unleashed, I hungrily sucked on his neck and the back of his ear. When he groaned, I felt the sound of his voice