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I became less assertive.
When I looked at him again, he was worrying his lower lip. I swallowed and blinked away my unshed tears, smiling at him.
His fingers dug into my skin, his jaw clenched.
Did she convince you to get your cock pierced?" I scurried to a sitting position as I asked my rapid-fire questions. Held the sheet to my breasts, suddenly self-conscious.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there.