He repeated the circuit three times, my breathing becoming more and more erratic with each pass. The fourth time, he went even lower, his lips grazing the top of my breast. A shive ran through me, an unfamiliar feeling starting in my lower abdomen. Just because I was a virgin, didn't mean I was a nun; I'd m*********d plenty of times before. However, this felt different. I wasn't simply horny, I felt like I needed him. It felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch, and I wiggled my hips under him.
"You can tell me to stop." He whispered. His voice had changed, it was rougher than I'd ever heard it before. The sound only turned me on more.
"No... No, don't stop."
Contrary to my words, he paused, looking back at my face. I had no idea what my face portrayed right then, but whatever he saw
