I tense as he pulls on the tampon string. He goes slowly, kissing me all the while, and I’ve never given much thought to whether this would be sexy or just plain awkward, but somehow, he manages to make it the former. Maybe it’s the fact he’s man enough not to be embarrassed or grossed out, or maybe it’s the way he strokes my hair as he looks down at me. I’d swear there’s love in his eyes, but I’m probably imagining it. He replaces the tampon with two fingers; I gasp against his mouth. He bites down on my lip, as gentle as the way he’s fingering me, and gives my clit a long, sensual stroke.
Wouldn't be me but each it own
