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Chapter 23
”Heclaspsbothmyhandsinhis,hispalmsagainstthebacksofmyhands,hisfingersinbetweenminesothatmyfingersaresplayed.Heplacesmyhandsonmybelly.“Feelhowsoftyourskinis.”Hisvoiceissoftandlow.Hemovesmyhandsinaslowcircle,thenupwardtowardmybreasts.“Feelhowfullyourbreastsare.”Heholdsmyhandssothattheycupmybreasts.Hegentlystrokesmynippleswithhisthumbsoverandover.
Imoanbetweenpartedlipsandarchmybacksomybreastsfillmypalms.Hesqueezesmynipplesbetweenourthumbs,pullinggentlysothattheyelongatefurther.Iwatchinfascinationatthewantoncreaturewrithinginfrontofme.Oh,thisfeelsgood.Igroanandclosemyeyes,nolongerwantingtoseethatlibidinouswomaninthemirrorfallingapartunderherownhands…hishands…feelingmyskinashewould,experiencinghowarousingitis—justhistouchandhiscalm,softcommands.“That’sright,baby,”hemurmurs.
Heguidesmyhandsdownthesidesofmybody,pastmywaisttomyhips,andacrosstomypubichair.Heslideshisleginbetweenmine,pushingmyfeetfartherapart,wideningmystance,andrunsmyhandsovermysex,onehandatatimeinturn,settinguparhythm.Itissoerotic.TrulyIamamarionetteandheisthemasterpuppeteer.
“Lookatyouglow,Anastasia,”hewhispersashetrailskissesandsoftbitesalongmyshoulder.Igroan.Suddenlyheletsgo.
“Carryon,”heorders,andstandsbackwatchingme.
Irubmyself.No.Iwanthimtodoit.Itdoesn’tfeelthesame.I’mlostwithouthim.