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When sheunconsciously started pushing Ander’s head lower, instinctively wanting himfarther down, he lifted up. “Ready?” he asked, reaching over to the nightstandto pick up a packet and the lubricant.

“Yeah.” Hernervousness was lessened by physical desire, and she started to push her pajamapants down over her hips.

Ander helpedher slide them off her legs with her panties and then he settled himselfbetween her thighs. Her arousal was hot, wet, and aching—and it made her wantto wriggle her hips. But the logistics had given her time to get nervous againand she tensed up.

She felt one ofAnder’s hands on her belly, stroking her gently. “Can you loosen up here?”

She tried to doas he said and relax her stomach muscles but she couldn’t seem to manage.

He keptstroking her. “Try to breathe again.”

She took fourdeep breaths before she managed to relax her clenched belly.

His handsstroked down to her thighs. “Now here.” They did the same thing—Ander massagedher tight muscles as she breathed until she was able to soften the tension. Asshe loosened up, he parted her legs farther.

She heard himrip the packet open and then squirt out some lubricant. “I’ll rub the lubricanton the back of the dam. It will make it more pleasurable for you,” heexplained. “But I think I’ll use my hand first, if that’s all right with you.”

“Yeah.”

She keptconcentrating on breathing until she felt his fingers parting her intimatefolds and then stroking slowly along the flesh. The touch was warm and slick—sowarm she gasped.

“The lubricantwarms,” he said, apparently noticing her reaction and reading it correctly. “Itwill make it better.”

“Okay.”

She reached upto grab the headboard again, needing something to do with her hands, when hesmoothly slipped a finger, and then two, inside her channel. She clung—herhands to the board above her and her inner muscles to Ander’s fingers.

“Is it tootight?”

“Um. I thinkit’s all right.” It didn’t hurt and wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as he gentlymassaged her inner walls, the warming sensation and the skillful stimulationcaused ripples of pleasure to spiral out from the touch.

“I’m going touse my mouth now,” Ander explained, his voice so calm and confident in the darkroom it was absurdly reassuring. She could see no more of him than a darksilhouette and a faint gleam of his skin from the blue glow of the digitalclock next to the bed. “If I do anything you don’t like or that makes youuncomfortable, tell me right away. I’m going to assume you want to do whatwe’re doing until you tell me differently.” He slid his fingers out of herchannel. “To begin with, I’m going to test around to see what you like, so ifsomething feels particularly good, it would help if you tell me.”

“All right.”

She felt himmaking adjustments farther down the mattress and heard rustling of what must bethe dam. Then she gasped loudly when she felt something soft and slick touchher intimately.

“May I start?”His voice came from between her legs.

“Yes.” Sheclenched her fingers around the edge of the headboard so tightly her knucklesmust have whitened. But she managed not to clench up the muscles of her pelvicarea.

As soon as hebegan, she relaxed a little. It was weird but it wasn’t uncomfortable orhorribly embarrassing. He must have been using his tongue, because she felt alight stroke rub up the range of her flesh and then flutter briefly at herclit.

“That’s good,”she choked out, as she felt the quick jolt of pleasure.

He played withher clit for a few moments, until it felt so good her muscles started totighten involuntarily. Then he licked down to her entrance and probed and lapped.For several minutes, he tried out various techniques and the overall effect wasquite good. Lori had been quite aroused to begin with, and soon her arousal hadtaken on an urgency she’d never experienced before.

She pointed outeach move she particularly liked—the curl of his tongue into her channel, thecircular flutter just at her entrance, the sudden pressure of his lips on oneof her folds, and flickering or suction on her clit. As he progressed, hedropped the techniques she didn’t like as much and focused on the ones she did.

As the physicalpleasure intensified, she bent up her legs involuntarily so she could press herfeet down into the mattress, and she clutched the headboard so desperately herfingers were sore. He was spending more and more time at her clit. And, as hegave it a series of hard sucks, Lori’s spine arched up off the mattress.

She panteddesperately, her unsteady inhalations loud and fast in the otherwise quietroom. She knew something was about to happen. The coiled tension below herbelly couldn’t tighten much more without breaking.

Then Andermoved his mouth away, causing her to make a disappointed mew.

“I’m sorry,” hesaid, clearing his throat when his voice came out a little hoarse. “May I makea suggestion?”

“Of course. Itold you earlier I wanted some directions. I thought I was about to come.”

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