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I called his name again, and his answering groan was a muffled vibration against my core. My heartbeat had grown so loud, so powerful, and it beat at a galloping pace. I felt the pulse of it in every inch of my body; that persistent beat and my own gasping moans were the only sounds I could hear.

I writhed beneath the heated insistence of his tongue. I felt like I might die from the pressure that continued to mount inside me long before I felt the release. How was he so good. How did he know exactly what to do to make me feel even more deeply, more intensely?

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my pulse filling my ears over the sound of my panting breaths, the pressure spilled over. I clenched my legs tight around his head, my toes curling, back arching off the bed. Pleasure gushed from my core, and I screamed. The delicious, crackling climax crashed over me. Wave after wave of hot, wonderful bliss rippled across my body, leaving me tense, immobile, and covered in sweat.