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"Do I need to ask if you'd like to come?" My mouth dropped open, but he didn't even give me a chance to answer because he raised up and thrust his hand between my thighs.
I cried out, my body twisting beneath him while his fingers and thumb sought their goal.
"Chris!" I wiggled under him, my right palm futilely pushing between us on his chest.
The various sex positions to get the desired internal contact, the most orgasms, and to delay the former the longest. He'd taught me there was an art to eating pussy.
I took both of his hands in mine.
I held up my hand, and Chris said, "She's not done. " "Case in point, Thanksgiving," I said once I could talk again.
After a couple of heavy footfalls, the door clicked shut, sealing off the stream of light from the hallway. I lay there in the darkness, hugging the blanket I'd bunched up at my stomach tighter.
And there probably wasn't a chance I'd get my favorite drink. "This is nothing, Holly.