“Just devoured your pussy?” I rasp, crowding her space until she’s flat on her back and I’m hovering over her.

Sammi’s fiery blue eyes widen. “I mean…yeah.”

“You weren’t complaining.” I quirk a brow.

She scoffs. “Definitely not.”

I nod, clearing my throat. “And now it’s a problem because?”

The apples of her cheeks flush crimson. “I can still smell myself on your lips.”

I pucker my mouth and scent the air, and my pulse instantly takes flight. “Does it turn you on, Jailbait?” I ask, swallowing hard to tamp down my own rampant desire. “Cuz I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

She nods, slowly, and I move in further until we’re a breath apart.

“Are you truly opposed to tasting yourself on your husband’s lips?” I bring my knuckles to the side of her neck, to stroke her jaw, unable to miss the way her pulse is thrumming out of control. “Or are you embarrassed”—my teeth clamp down briefly on my lower lip—“because you want it?”

She squirms beneath me while my hand makes the brief journey from her chin to rest on her heaving breasts. “Tell me if I’m mistaken, but fuck, baby…” I bite back the urge to moan. “This feels like desire.”

“I—” Her eyes flutter to half-mast, her lips twitching with their eagerness to be kissed.

“You what?” I press. “There’s no wrong answer, sweet girl… but I do need an answer.”

“Lyle,” she whines, afraid to give voice to what we both know she’s after.

“There’s no room for shame,” I rasp. “Not here…not between us.” I grip the sides of her neck, dragging the pads of my thumbs down the column of her throat. “Say it…”

“I want you to kiss me,” she stammers, reaching up with both hands to cup my face. “I want…” She blinks hard, shaking her head to herself as if she can’t believe what she’s about to say. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”

My dick does a victory punch against my zipper at her salacious request. With a savage groan, I descend on her, our lips melding in a frenzied inferno. I bury a fist in her silky locks, guiding her movements as I plunge my tongue in and out. The scent of her sweet pussy is like kerosene, adding fuel to the fiery passion blazing between us. “See how fucking good you taste,” I groan into her kiss, rolling over, until she’s straddling my waist.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, meeting my tongue thrust for thrust while grinding down on my erection.

Our current position is doing nothing to help my diminishing restraint.

“Sammi,” I rasp, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before dredging up the strength to pull away. It goes against my every urge when I shift her nude body to lay beside me.