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It had to be. Because I felt.
Crying with my arms wrapped around my legs. Unsure what thought of hundreds spiraling in my head like the water going down the drain had set me off.
Chris, may I come?" I mumbled at his neck before his lips covered mine. "I thought you'd never ask.
" His thumb stroked my wrists now, which caused a low moan to creep up my throat. I writhed a little under him.
Each brush of his fingertips along the outside of each fleshy globe-around my areolas-pulled another moan from me. The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact.