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His tongue was whipping across me, his fingers thrusting, sending me so far off that edge that I was peaking, and all I had left was more screams. “Jenner!”

“Fuck yes.” He switched to a horizontal pattern. “Tell me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.”

His words were like air, bursting across my clit, bringing me higher with each syllable. “Your tongue … I can’t.” I tried to inhale, I tried to find the words to describe what was happening inside me, but I couldn’t.

I was gone, overtaken with shudders and waves of ecstasy, and he didn’t let up, making sure I was riding this out.

The moment I finally stilled, he gazed up at me from between my legs. “You have no idea how fucking hot that was.”

I shoved my hand through his hair, pulling the strands to lead him up my body until his lips were within range, and I kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered.

I already was, needing his mouth, his lips, his kiss to resonate this feeling.

The seal made me feel eve