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Chapter 23
Hepullshisshirtoverhisheadandquicklytakesoffhisjeans.
“You’dratherIdothis?”Hisgraygazescorchesmineinthemirror.
“Ohyes…please,”Ibreathe.
Hewrapshisarmsaroundmeagainandtakesmyhandsoncemore,continuingthesensualcaressacrossmysex,overmyclitoris.Hischesthairscrapesagainstme,hiserectionpressesagainstme.Oh,soon…please.Hebitesthenapeofmyneck,andIclosemyeyes,enjoyingthemyriadsensations:myneck,mygroin…thefeelofhimbehindme.Hestopsabruptlyandspinsmearound,circlingmywristswithonehand,imprisoningmyhandsbehindme,andpullingatmyponytailwiththeother.Iamflushagainsthim,andhekissesmewildly,ravagingmymouthwithhis.Holdingmeinplace.
Hisbreathingisragged,matchingmine.
“Whendidyoustartyourperiod,Anastasia?”heasksoutoftheblue,gazingdownatme.
“Er…yesterday,”Imumbleinmyhighlyarousedstate.
“Good.”Hereleasesmeandturnsmearound.
“Holdontothesink,”heorders,anddragsmyhipsbackagain,likehedidintheplayroom,soI’mbendingdown.
Hereachesbetweenmylegsandpullsonthebluestring—what?!—andgentlytakesmytamponoutandtossesitintothenearbytoilet.Holyfuck.Sweetmotherofall…Jeez.Andthenhe’sinsideme…ah!Skinagainstskin…movingslowlyatfirst…easily,testingme,pushingme…ohmy.Igripontothesink,panting,forcingmyselfbackonhim,feelinghiminsideme.Oh,thesweetagony…hishandsclaspmyhips.