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“Starving men shouldn’t take this long.”

His eyes flash, and then his mouth is on me, licking deep and slow. I gasp hard enough that my head knocks back against the wall. His arm hooks around one thigh, opening me to him, and he eats me until my fingers tighten in his hair.

“God, your mouth,” I breathe. “It’s so good.”

He rumbles against me, and I remember what he told me. He likes praise. Sure, that was in an entirely different setting, but I can read between the lines. He loves being told he’s good. And the memory makes me to test that theory further now.

“Is this what you wanted?” I grip his hair tighter, smiling when his mouth gets even more deliberate against me. “To know you’re being so good for your wife?”

His answer is another groan, vibrating straight to my clit. Fuck.

“You love it, don’t you?” My hips rock against his mouth. “Couldn’t wait to get between my legs after you made me come and hear me tell you how good you are at eating me.”

The grip on my thighs tightens.

“Such a fucking overachiever, Karlsson.”

He makes a rough sound against me, and I start to laugh until his tongue flicks back and forth over my clit. “Oh, fuck. Yes,” I gasp. “Do that again.”

He does, and my thighs start to tremble around his head. A shudder tears through me, and his head lifts just enough for his voice to reach me.

“Watch me devour my wife.”

My eyes drag open to find him already looking up at me, lips wet, gaze fixed on my face. I watch as he lowers his tongue back to me, and I rock against the slow, filthy heat of it.

“I’m watching, Karlsson.” My voice breaks into a moan. “You’re gonna make me come so hard again.”

He grips my hip harder, and I try to hold his gaze. I really do. But when he suctions his lips and spreads me wide with his fingers, I’m gone. I come again with his name in my mouth and my hands grinding his face against my pussy, body arching off the tile.

When I start to sag, he rises in a smooth motion and catches me against him. I kiss him before he can say anything, and he groans when my tongue slides against his, tasting myself. My hand trails down to grip his cock before the kiss has ended.

“Heidi,” he says, catching my wrist. “You don’t have to.”

“You just begged to eat me out, Karlsson. Don’t get shy now.”

His laugh is rough. “I am not shy.”

“Then let me make you come.” I soften my voice. “I want to.”

His eyes search mine, and with a nod, he releases my wrist. My fingers flex around the length of him, and his head dips forward, his forehead nearly touching mine. He’s hot and hard in my palm, slick from the water and the precum I’m dying to taste. I stroke him slowly at first, learning the way his breath catches when my thumb moves over the head.

“You like that?” I ask.

“Yes.” His eyes are half-lidded and fixed on my hand. “I like everything you do to me.”

“Tell me if you want it different.”

His mouth brushes mine, not quite a kiss. “Give it to me harder.”

I tighten my fist, and his free hand darts out onto the tile beside my head with a whimper.

“God, you sound so fucking good,” I murmur. “I wanna hear you do it again.”

His eyes close, and I slow down.

“Do not punish me for liking it,” he says, voice rough.

My laugh comes out breathless. “I’m not punishing you. I’m enjoying myself.”