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The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact.
Dirk rejoined our intimate cluster at the kitchen island and looked me in the eyes for probably the first time ever.
Chris had always said he only wanted to bring me pleasure. But would he try to push the line with something he thought would achieve that same goal.
Looking up occasionally did help. I'd give Chris credit for that.
"I can't eat anything!" "Shh. " Chris brushed my hair off my forehead.
" I waved my hand at the face I could feel breathing on my neck. My palm made contact with a forehead, and I pushed it away with my fingertips.
I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts.