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That realization nearly sends me to my knees.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathes as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Take off the panties. Slowly.”

Oh, he’s getting off on this and I am too. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I wrap my index fingers into either side of my skimpy underwear and start the descent downward. I pull on one side first, revealing my hip, then a little further down before I do the same with the other side. My pubic hair is peeking over the top of my waistband and again, the momentary panic comes on.

What if he likes it when a woman is completely shaved, waxed, whatever? I should’ve asked before. He’s seen me naked countless times but the whole bare look is just…not for me. I think it’s sort of ick and high maintenance, especially considering up until a few months ago, I wasn’t flashing my lady bits at anyone, let alone a guy.

But does Gabe like that sort of thing? He’s never complained but that doesn’t mean anything. What’s his preference? Completely bare or hair, that is the question….

“Fucking sexy, Luce. Jesus.” He growls the last word, looking ready to lunge at me and I pull my panties back up, covering myself completely. He sits up straight, runs his hand over his mouth. “You teasing me or what?”

“Um.” I shouldn’t ask. I shouldn’t ask. “So.” Don’t do it! “What’s your opinion on…pubic hair.”

Oh, crap. I asked. Do I feel so comfortable with him now that I blurt out ridiculous questions like that?

Yep, guess I do.

He frowns. “Why do you ask?”

“Do you like hair or bare?” It’s sort of fun, how the words rhyme but really, that’s about the only thing fun in regards to asking this question. How lame can I be? And what if he answers bare? Then I’m screwed.

“Lucy, as long as it’s you, I don’t really care,” he says with utmost sincerity.

I almost want to laugh with relief. He always knows just what to say to reassure me. Arouse me. Make me feel special—like he really cares. “But what if I’m growing a forest down there?”

Amusement twinkles in his gaze. “Then I’ll hack through it until I find what I’m looking for.”

“Oh, my God,” I choke out just before I start laughing. The man I want more than anything is sitting before me completely naked and I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties and we’re talking about him hacking through my overgrown pubic hair until he can get what he wants.

Not that I’m growing a wild bush down there. I trim it. I just don’t wax it…

Seriously, I’m too focused on silly stuff. I love that we can laugh together. I love the sound of his laughter, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, how intense his gaze is, how he looks at me like no one else is important to him. Just me.

Just me.

The hair or bare question seemed to come out of nowhere and I meant every word I said. I don’t care if I have to cut that shit down with a chainsaw, if that’s what it takes to get to Lucy’s pussy then I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.

No matter what.

I wave a finger at her, indicating she needs to get moving. “Take your panties off, babe. I’m waiting.”

Her laughter dying, she starts to slip her panties off once more, agonizingly slow, revealing herself bit by bit, until the blue lace is stretched across her full thighs, seemingly showcasing that beautiful pussy of hers. I’m dying to put my mouth on her but I can’t do it. Not yet at least.

I want to enjoy my show first. My cock fucking hurts, it aches with wanting to feel those sexy lips on it. It twitches in anticipation when she kneels back down, her hands on my knees as she scoots her body closer. So close I can smell her fragrant skin, feel her hair tickling the inside of my thighs. Her nearness makes me dizzy. Makes me want to grab her. Kiss her. Say something stupid like…

Don’t leave me. Ever.

“I want your mouth on me,” I tell her.

Her eyes glow when they meet mine. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Yeah?” I touch her hair, thread my fingers through the silky strands and give them a little tug. She knows what I want. We’ve played at this long enough that even though it’s been a while since we were together, I know she remembers what I like.

I know I sure as hell remember what she likes.

She bends forward and presses her mouth to the inside of my left thigh, kissing me there. I close my eyes for a brief moment, not wanting to miss a thing but damn, that felt good. Overwhelmingly amazing.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I count to ten. I need to get myself under control before I blow too quick and ruin everything.

Lucy kisses the sensitive skin just below my stomach, her tongue licking at the trail of hair that leads to my cock. I hiss in a breath when her mouth brushes against it and when she darts her tongue out for a lick directly across the tip, time seems to stand still.

All I can do is stare. Tighten my fingers in her hair, push it away from her face so I can watch. Damn, I love to watch. She draws my cock into her mouth, just the tip. Sucking on it. Her tongue teases the flared head, her mouth stretching wide as she takes me all the way in, as far as she can go. Everything within me goes completely still as I continue to watch, hypnotized by the easy rhythm she starts up, her head bobbing up and down on my cock.

Fuck. I’m going to come and fast if she keeps this pace up. She’s going at me, slow and steady, increasing her speed with every pass. I lift my hips, practically shout with happiness when she reaches for my balls and fondles them. No one messes with them, not really, and when the rare ones have in the past, they treat them like delicate little flowers.

I don’t mind manhandling. Hell, that’s why they call it manhandling—because we invented that shit. So Lucy can mess with my balls all she wants. I love when she touches any part of my body. I don’t want her to be shy.

I want her bold. I want her curious. I want her tempted so badly she can’t help but touch me in every way possible.

She squeezes and explores. Strokes and caresses, teasing the spot just beyond my sack that has me tense up. When her hand drops from my balls I immediately say, “Don’t,” in protest.

She rears back, looking at me with those wide eyes and glistening lips. Fuck me, she’s going to be my complete undoing someday, I just know it. Maybe it’s happening right now and I don’t even realize. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I whisper, my voice raw just as she draws my dick into her mouth as far she can. I swear I bump the back of her throat and she makes this slight gagging sound. Last thing I want to do, though holy shit, all that wet, hot warmth wrapped tight around my dick feels fucking unreal. “Relax your throat muscles, babe. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that…”

Lucy does as I ask, looking so beautiful wearing only that bra and nothing else, her hair cascading past her shoulders in decadent waves. Her skin has that rosy flush it gets when she’s aroused and her nipples poke against the lace of her bra. Her breasts are pressed snug together because of the bra, offering up some amazing cleavage. Cleavage I want to touch and kiss…

“I want to come on your tits,” I declare, sounding like a rude asshole but I can’t help myself. Being around Lucy, I want to both treat her like a proper woman yet enlist her help in fulfilling all of my filthy fantasies. And she’s always a willing partner, which truly, scares the hell out of me.


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