Her hands laced with mine and she pushed them until the backs of my palms were against the pillows beside my head. I inhaled. This wasn’t what I allowed. Her on top and in control. Setting the limits was one thing, but she was pushing me . . . Wasn’t that what I did to her? Pushed until we discovered something new? I squeezed my grip on her fingers, but remained, forcing myself to endure the submissive position. Her undulating body had my pulse roaring in my head. Soft, warm breasts flattened against me when her tongue was tangled with mine again, her damp hair falling in my eyes. The burn
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