“Why is penetration a soft limit?” I blurt. With the state I’m in, I can’t dredge up my tact filter, but something tells me he doesn’t care. His hands stop for half a second, seemingly surprised. Then he continues to stroke me—light, featherlight touches, dragging his finger down to my ankles. Everything feels heavier like I’m about to be absorbed by the air around me. “Because I wanted to wait for you.” I stiffen. “You mean, you’ve never—” He laughs. The sound is loud, and it makes me smile. “You think I’m a virgin? No, not even close.” He leans down closer so that his breath is warm against
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