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Was I crazy.
For the past few weeks, we'd been concentrating on orgasm control.
Grateful. But his thumb lightly tapped several times just above my clit, eliciting a string of sharp cries from my lungs as my inner muscles clenched and released.
His groan of approval was muted by his mouth pressing to my back. And then we were moaning together, his hands fondling my breasts while my arms hung limply over his at my sides and he bounced me on his lap.
Threaten you. Blackmail you or something.
His hands were on the move again and grabbed my hips, dragging me forward.
I'll go get ready.