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in, torturing me.
She was teasing me when she said she didn’t know
how to do this. She must have been, because what she’s doing
is perfect. My hand curls in Steph’s hair while I drop the other
to her shoulder. I wrap my leg around her waist. She might
claim that she’s only so-so with the athletics, but her body tells
a different story. She’s curvy, but strong. She can support
herself with one arm easily, and take the extra weight of me
wrapped around her. Her muscles strain and her body vibrates
along with mine.
Knowing that you’re capable of giving pleasure to
someone you truly care about must be one of the world’s
biggest turn-ons.
Steph’s fingers move inside me, dragging and touching
and burning against all the right spots. I wasn’t kidding when I
said that I didn’t have any wrong ones. Everywhere she
touches turns me on until I’m nothing but a collection of bright
light, sparks, and flames.
Her fingers curl against that special spot, the spot that
is so intense I’m often not sure if it hurts or feels good because
it’s different and kind of weird, but at the moment, it just feels
incredible. More than that. When Steph curls her fingers and
hits that spot again, I know that I’m just about done. And then,
when she’s thrusting up into me, me bucking wildly against
her, she uses her thumb and brushes it in a circle over my clit
and I come apart.
The pleasure so intense and sharp that the waves feel a
little bit like knives, but even those knives are good knives.
We rock together, our hips smashing into each other’s, our skin
sticky and wet, her fingers still inside me, still thrusting gently
