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she said, her voice hoarse with desire, “I want you to taste me.”
His eyes flicked to hers, confusion and hesitation warring in his gaze. Eve smiled, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down.
“Trust me, Eddy. You’ll like it.”
She guided his head between her thighs, her hands holding him gently but firmly. His breath ghosted over her sensitive skin, and she shivered, her body tense with anticipation.
Slowly, hesitantly, his tongue darted out, tasting her.
Eve moaned, her head falling back as pleasure washed over her. “Yes,” she whispered, her fingers tightening in his hair.