He’s finally stopped asking me questions about my sexual past, or lack thereof, and is now busy focusing on my body. I can barely breathe as he slides my underwear down, leaving me in only my skimpy cami. His hands graze my skin, touching me everywhere except where I’m dying to be touched, and he seems to enjoy teasing me. When his hands finally touch my sex, I can’t help but cry out. This is so different than any partner I’ve ever had. “So eager.” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin. God I've never been this wet before... His fingers glide through my folds, moving easily through my wetness, caressing and rubbing me tenderly. He slips two fingers inside me, swirling them around before he begins to push them in and out as he lowers his mouth between my thighs. Oh. My. God. My thighs tremble around him, and I buck against the bed, delirious with my need for him. His tongue is everywhere, exploring every forbidden inch of me, and the sensation is only heightened by the skill of his hands.
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