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scent. “They call me the Pussy Eater.”
    The words make your knees feel watery. You chew your lip, thinking over the options. It’s one thing to do what you did in the shower. It’s something else to let a man—a complete stranger—do … that .
    “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”
    The question is like a gauntlet thrown on the ground. He’s daring you. You look him in the eye and give him your answer.
     
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    Now that your decision’s made, you feel oddly relaxed. Maybe it’s the wine-- or maybe it’s the way his eyes light up when you tell him, yes, you definitely want him to eat your pussy.
    He takes the empty wine glass and sets it aside. Then he takes your hand and guides you to the bed. Those hands make quick work of the robe’s belt. You don’t even consider feeling shy. You’re feeling surprisingly greedy for another orgasm despite the one you recently had in the shower.
    His hands part he edges of the robe. Those warm fingers brush your nipples. His palms lay flat against the tops of your breasts and glide up. His fingers curl over your shoulders and knead the tense flesh there. “Relax,” he whispers.
    He pushes the robe off your shoulders and it pools on the floor. Cold air caresses your heated skin. He glances down your body and you make as if to cover yourself. But he grabs your hands and holds them gently by the wrists. “Let me see you,” he whispers.
    He leans in and breathes in your scent. “You smell amazing.”
    You can't help the secret smile as you remember the jasmine soap and the hot shower.
    He steps closer. “I want to taste you.”
    The words go in your ears and zoom straight down to your pussy. You can’t believe it’s possible to be this wet again so soon.
    He urges you back on the bed. The silky sheets caress your skin. His hands wrap around your ankles and begin a leisurely tour up your legs. You feel exposed but oddly empowered by the heat in his eyes as they take in every bare inch of you.
    The hands urge you to spread your thighs. You reconsider your decision for just a moment. But then he licks his lips in anticipation and you could swear you feel it directly on your clit.
    “Easy,” he whispers. “Let me spoil you.”
    Your thighs ease open inch-by-inch. His gaze lowers to the buffet you’ve spread out before him. He leans over and runs a finger from the valley between your breasts down to your navel before delving down even lower to tease your cleft.
    He smiles like you did something brilliant. “So wet already. This is going to be fun.”
    While you watch, he lifts that same finger to his mouth and flicks out a tongue to capture every drop. “Mmm, you taste good, too.”
    He removes his shirt, revealing ridged muscles covered in dark hair. A man. Not a boy. Just like you like it. You want to run your hands over his muscles, but he has other plans.
    He lowers to his knees. Those broad, tanned shoulders press your legs further apart. Your sex blooms before his eager gaze. Those strong hands come up and cup your breasts. He lightly runs his fingers over your nipples, which pucker instantly. Then, without warning, he bends that dark head down. You catch just a glimpse of his pink tongue before he runs it from the base of your pussy to the peak of your clit.
    “Mmm.” Your hips rise and press towards his face. You look down the length of your body, shocked to see how sexy you look in the candlelight with his face between your thighs.
    That tongue comes back for another pass. Only this time you grab his hair with your hands and press him into your sex. He moans because he likes it. You like it too, so you guide his face up and down. He looks up at you and his face is glistening from your honey.
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