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“Yes,” Iwhispered.

His finger dipped between them, over that place that had me tense, until they slid down between mythighs.

“Can you feel how wet you are?” he said. I could onlynod.

Too slow for my liking, he trailed his fingers over my opening, circling my clitoris. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sensation. He pushed two fingers inside me, hooking them to stroke and tease. I moaned. My body throbbed at his touch, hummed formore.

“You want me to do whatever I want, don’t you?” hesaid.

“Yes.” I was beyond more than one wordanswers.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” hesaid.

I tensed, and then panic set in. I tried to wriggle away, he kept his fingers inside me, stroking. He placed his other hand on my lower back holding medown.

“Not now, Lauren,” he said, thenchuckled.

“Not ever,” Ireplied.

“Never say ‘notever’.”

He began to slide his fingers in and out of me. He slid his free hand under my hip, finding my clitoris that throbbed as he teased it, coaxing me into anorgasm.

Before I’d had a chance to come down, he moved to one side of me, held my hips and gently rolled me over. He resumed his position between my thighs. With his hands at either side of me, he lowered his head and took a nipple between his teeth. He flicked the hardened nub with his tongue then sucked it into his mouth. I arched off the bed, pushing my breast further into hismouth.

He palmed the other one, roughly squeezing until I cried out. It wasn’t a cry of pain though. Pleasure coursed through me. I missed his hot mouth on my skin when he pulled his headaway.

“So you like being restrained, I can work with that. Whatelse?”

He kissed my stomach gently; his tongue drew circles across myskin.

“I liked when I was on my knees,” Isaid.

“These aren’t fantasies, Lauren. Think. Delve deep into yourmind.”

“I…” I had to pause as his tongue trailed through my pubic hair and stopped just short of where I so desperately wanted him tobe.

“Iwant…”

“You want what?” His tone of voice wasdemanding.

He swiped his tongue over my opening, just the once before pausing again. I could feel his breath on me and it wastorturous.

“Challenge me, Lauren. Give me your dirtiest, darkest, let me see if I can achieve that foryou.”

My stomach lurched at his words. So this was what it was all about? His tongue lapped at myclitoris.

“I want to feel what it’s like to be with another woman,” Isaid.

His chuckle reverberated, causing a shock wave over my clitoris; his tongue delved inside, rewarding me for saying something that had taken me by complete surprise. Until that moment, I’d never thought of sex with another woman. I wasn’t even sure where that had come from. But I smiled, one point to me, I thought, that was something he couldn’t do tome.

His tongue brought me to another orgasm, a powerful one that ripped through my stomach, produced primal sounds from my chest and beads of sweat on myforehead.

He wasn’t about to let up though. He reinserted his fingers, his teeth gently clamped against my clitoris, and his tongue flicked the then overly sensitive nub. I drew my heels towards me, raising my hips. I wanted harder, deeper, andfaster.

“More,” I said, noticing the huskiness in my ownvoice.

Three fingers teased and stroked. My brain was firing off electrical impulses so fast my body couldn’t keepup.

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