twenty eight - the time
I stared down at his hand. I could barely form a thought with his chilling body against mine battling the thundering heat that was raging through my body. "Let me help you," he kissed my mark, "just this once." I laid my head back on his shoulder with my mouth agape while I tried to think. Do I want this? I hated this. It's as if my mind couldn't think negatively about him, like the bad memories have disappeared for this exact special occasion. But it wasn't only the negative things that were holding me back. It was also because I had never really done anything like this before. Of course I've explored my body and touched myself before but never have I ever had a man do it for me. I was nervous. "What do you say, my love?" He said before continuing to kiss all over me. I squeezed t
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