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“Still okay?” I ask, pulling back, once again, to look down at her.

"Feels good," she whispers.

"Want more?"

She nods once again.

"I want to taste your pussy, Brielle."

"Really?" she asks, disbelief tainting her tone.

"Yeah, baby, I do."

She chews the inside of her lip before speaking.

"It's really weird with all of these pauses and breaks."

"Maybe," I agree. "But I'm not going to just take what I want. I need you to want it too."

"And I have to say the words?" She shakes her head. "That's too strange for me."

I take this into consideration.

"How about you don't have to say the words, but I need you to tell me to stop."

"I can do that."

"It's important to me that we don't go any further than you want to." I press a finger to her lips when she opens her mouth to argue. "It's about what you want and need. This isn't about me."

"If you don't want to—"

"I want all of it, baby, but you're driving tonight."

She thinks for a moment, considering.

I'm not being exactly truthful. I know how far things will go tonight if she allows it, and even if she wants everything I could possibly give her, I know there are lines I can't cross too soon.

Instead of using words because those seem hard for her, she reaches for the waistband of her leggings.

"Let me," I tell her, shifting my weight so I can pull her sneakers from her feet first.

She pulls her hands back, locking them together and letting them settle on her lower stomach.

"Right here," I tell her, moving her hands until they're both on my skin.

Not only do I crave her touch, but I need to be able to tell when her mood shifts. I trust that she wants to tell me when she's ready for me to stop, but her trauma and the abuse from her past may prevent her from actually doing it. I wouldn't be able to handle it if she woke up tomorrow and regretted what we're doing.

"Jesus, that's pretty," I praise when I tug down her leggings and panties at the same time, revealing that spot of heaven between her legs.

Her swollen clit peeks out, the tip of it glistening with her arousal. I swear my fucking mouth waters for a taste of it.

I keep my eyes locked on the center of her as I pull her clothing free and toss them onto the floor.

I kiss her knee, urging her leg up and to the side.

My tongue traces her inner thigh, but she grips my hair when I'm a few inches from her pussy.

I look up at her. "Need me to stop?"

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