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bait, reaching out and grabbing the strands in his fist. He leans over me, and though the position presses us even closer together, he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he lowers his head and kisses me between the shoulder blades.
    At first his mouth is gentle, teasing. But as he continues to explore, his lips become more eager. He still has my hair in his hand, and he yanks the strands aside, pulling my head back so he can reach more of my body. Soon he’s nipping at me with his teeth, and I can’t keep from making soft sounds of pleasure at the exquisite pain.
    I shift my hips again, sliding myself against him, and he groans against my back.
    "Naughty little Lily," he says before catching a bit of my skin between his teeth again. His hand snakes around my body, sliding across my belly to slip between my legs.
    I’m still wearing the thong, and he touches me through the fabric.
    "You don’t want this, do you?" he asks devilishly, his finger finding my clit through the soaked lace. "You don’t want me to touch you here?"
    I refuse to say anything, but I’m sure my wetness is answer enough.
    "No," he continues. "You definitely don’t want me to continue this." He gently massages me. "You don’t want me to put my hand beneath these skimpy little panties of yours and slide my fingers inside of you."
    It’s all I can do not to whimper in response. Instead, I shift my hips again, inviting him with my body.
    He chuckles softly. "That won’t do. I want to hear you say it."
    And then he pulls his hand away from me. I make a sound of protest, but that only gets me another chuckle.
    "Say it, Lily," he says in a tone that almost undoes me. "Tell me what you want." He gives a little tug on my hair before releasing it, but I bite down on my lip to keep from making another sound.
    Instead, I turn my head and look over my shoulder at him. He’s staring down at me with dark, eager eyes. His whole expression is alive with desire. But it’s something deeper—the openness, the love I see in his face—that makes me truly ache for him. That makes my longing almost unbearable.
    He must catch something similar in my own expression, because his entire face warms. But that playful gleam isn’t gone from his eyes, and I’m not going to let him win this round without a fight.
    Slowly, I turn over so that I’m staring up at him. One of his eyebrows drifts up, and I suspect that he’s humoring me—we both know that if he were so inclined, he could have me back on my knees in under a second—but I don’t miss the curiosity in his gaze. He’s wondering what I’m going to try next.
    And I’m not about to disappoint him.
    I move toward him and take his hard length in my hand. My touch is tentative—I half expect him to try and stop me—but when he doesn’t protest, I tighten my fingers around him. He doesn’t say a word, but I hear his breath hitch as I slide my hand all the way down his cock, then back up again.
    I bend forward, lowering my head toward his arousal. But I don’t let my mouth touch him. Instead, I pause a couple of inches away, just close enough for him to feel my breath against his skin. I thought he was ready before, but he hardens even further in my fingers.
    I start slow. Just a single brush of the lips, and then another—one, two, and then three kisses against the tip of his cock. Just enough to tease. Just enough to bring his hands down onto my shoulders. I let my tongue flick against him—again, only enough to taunt him—and he groans and tightens his grip on me.
    "What do you want?" I ask him, holding the tip of him an inch away from my lips. "Do you want me to keep kissing you? Or do you want something more?" I don’t wait for his response. I take the end of him in my mouth again, and his fingers dig into my shoulders. The moment I hear the groan building in his chest, I pull back again.
    "Do you want me to lick you?" I ask.
    His only response is another squeeze of his fingers, and I decide that’s enough.