Nothing had prepared me for this. I’d read books, I’d watched p**n. And I’d touched myself a few times, after my friends convinced me that my parents were being way old fashioned by calling it a sin. But nothing I had done or seen had prepared me for the quiet flicker of pleasure that danced through my body just then.
“Ah!”
I cried out as he shifted his weight. His palm moved slowly, oh so slowly over my c**t. It was barely motionless. But every agonizing second sent another streak of desire across my nerves.
“Ahh!”
His fingers moved in my mouth, sliding out. Instinct took me over, and I sucked. I sucked his fingers hard, the sweet icing melting on my tongue. He pushed his fingers back in, choking me, and I coughed, sucking harder, sucking more.
His palm eased up against me,
