“Alec,” I say. I don’t know what I want to say. The feelings I’ve always had for him are lurking right beneath the surface, so close now that he’s here, holding me, touching me, and I feel high on the sensations. “Yes?” “Don’t pull away again,” I whisper. His fingers speed up, moving like my own but better, and I bend my knees to give him greater access. “I won’t be able to,” he says. “Who would make you come so prettily?” That makes me sigh softly. “Exactly.” “Can you come for me again, like a good girl?” he asks. I close my eyes against his shoulder, my breathing increasing with the praise.
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