Seeing him touch himself and smiling while I watch, gets me wetter by the second. “I want to try again.” I need my mouth around him. I already miss it. He grins, with a sparkle in his eye, as if he’s proud of me. “This time, I’m going to try and set the pace by holding your head. If it’s too much, you tap my leg like you did before, okay?” What does that mean? “Too much?” I ask. “If you need to take a breath, or don’t like it, or want to end. Remember, you don’t need a reason to stop other than simply wanting to stop. Got it?” “Mm-hm.” I love that. I can stop any time, just because. “Open up
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