I wanted him. I wanted his hands, his mouth, his body...everything.
“Turn around and close your eyes,” he whispered next to
my ear.
I shivered. I didn’t have time to think if this was a
smart thing to do. I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. It was the first
time I had heard his voice, and it was as smooth as the touch of his hands. It was
absolutely enticing, and I obeyed.
His hands were slightly colder than my skin, and when
he touched me—an innocent touch on my knee—I bit down on my lips and moaned as
quietly as I could muster. I didn’t want anyone hearing me, but I couldn’t hold
in all these emotions.
He gently pulled me down the bed, bringing my legs over
his shoulders. He kneeled, and a moment later, I felt those wonderful fingers
of his spread me for him in slow passes. It was a play on my fantasy, and I
didn’t hold in the cry of pleasure when I felt his mouth—slightly chilly—touch
my most sensitive spot. I felt myself arch, and my hands grabbed his head,
holding on to the silk strands of his hair as he began licking and lapping and
driving me completely beyond reasonable thought.
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