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“Open the other side.” She does, and I’m in heaven. “Now, your legs.”
Watching her open her legs is like waiting for the biggest reveal of my life. I am
about to see territory that I’ve fantasized about for months. It is beautiful. Cue the

special lighting and reveal music. I want to hear collective “ahhs” and have fucking
doves released in the background…with fireworks. This is an occasion for
fireworks.
“You’ve waxed everywhere.” I marvel like she’s somehow unaware.
Sanya nods slowly. “Yes, good luck finding hair anywhere below my
eyebrows.”
I wanted to ease into this. Touch her body. Tease her with prolonged foreplay.

It’s impossible. I must go for the gold. I grab her knees and inch my hands up her
legs. I let my thumbs tease her inner thighs. I get close in her face.
“Wanna know what I’m going to do now?”
She nods and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. My hands are moving
slower now.
“Remember when we were on the beach and I told you I was really good at
doing the front?”
She shivers. “Yes.”

I move my mouth closer to her ear.
“Do you remember what you said you wanted at the hotel?”
I start kissing and nipping at her neck. I leave wet kisses on her collarbone. My
hands travel up her stomach to cup her waiting breasts. I run the pads of my
thumbs across her nipples. Sanya’s head falls back; she moans my name. She arcs
her back, pushing her breast more into my hands. Her legs open wider. Her nipples
really are sensitive.

“Focus, babe. What did you tell me?”
At this moment, I’m a hypocrite. I am not focused. I pull one of her perfect
chocolate nipples into my mouth. We moan in unison. I tug it and then tease it,
testing the sensitivity. I move to suck on the other because I believe in nipple
equality.
“Oh…Henry…I.” The sheets are balled up in her fists, and I’m granite hard. My
patience is slipping.
“Fucking tell me,” I growl in a hoarse voice. “I want to sit on your face.”