He laid me on the bed but didn't cover me with his body right away. He unfastened my dress one button at a time, kissing my shoulder, my collarbone, the curve of my breast. When his mouth closed over my n****e, my back arched and my fingers twisted in the sheets.
"Adrian…"
"I'm right here." He looked up at me as his hand trailed down my stomach and slipped between my legs again. Two fingers eased into my wet heat and curled slowly. "Tell me what feels good. I want to hear you say it."
I couldn't manage complete sentences. Just broken pleas—there, deeper, don't stop.
He learned quickly. And he learned how to torment me even faster.
He knew exactly when I was close, but slowed down anyway, circling my c**t until I spread my legs wider and lifted myself desperately into his hand.
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