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           Oh,please,Ibeginternallyasmyfingersclaspthesheettighter.Hislipsclosearoundmyothernipple,andwhenhetugs,Inearlyconvulse.

           “Let’sseeifwecanmakeyoucomelikethis,”hewhispers,continuinghisslow,sensualassault.Mynipplesbearthedeliciousbruntofhisdeftfingersandlips,settingalighteverysinglenerveendingsothatmywholebodysingswithsweetagony.Hejustdoesn’tstop.

           “Oh…please,”Ibeg,andIpullmyheadback,mymouthopenasIgroan,mylegsstiffening.Holyhell,what’shappeningtome?

           “Letgo,baby,”hemurmurs.Histeethcloseroundmynipple,andhisthumbandfingerpullhard,andIfallapartinhishands,mybodyconvulsingandshatteringintoathousandpieces.Hekissesme,deeply,histongueinmymouthabsorbingmycries.

           Ohmy.Thatwasextraordinary.NowIknowwhatallthefussisabout.Hegazesdownatme,asatisfiedsmileonhisface,whileI’msurethere’snothingbutgratitudeandaweonmine.

           “Youareveryresponsive,”hebreathes.“You’regoingtohavetolearntocontrolthat,andit’sgoingtobesomuchfunteachingyouhow.”Hekissesmeagain.

           MybreathingisstillraggedasIcomedownfrommyorgasm.Hishandmovesdownmywaist,tomyhips,andthencupsme,intimately…Jeez.Hisfingerslipsthroughthefinelaceandslowlycirclesaroundme—there.Brieflyhecloseshiseyes,andhisbreathinghitches.

           “You’resodeliciouslywet.God,Iwantyou.”Hethrustshisfingerinsideme,andIcryoutashedoesitagainandagain.Hepalmsmyclitoris,andIcryoutoncemore.