![]() When he slides two fingers into me, as he stretches me, it pushes me over the edge. He's learned my body and knows just the right amount of pressure to put on my clit and just the spot to hit. He leans in slowly and gives me one slow, firm lick from slit to clit, before latching on to my clit and doing that thing with his tongue he knows drives me wild. His warm breath ghosts over my pussy, and I can feel how wet I am. When he pulls me to the edge, I spread my legs. He tosses a box of condoms on the nightstand, before he falls to his knees beside the bed. "Don't move." He says and disappears out the bedroom door and is back, before I can even think of sitting up. I can feel every place his eyes land, because they send little heat waves. He lays me on the bed, like I'm the most precious thing in the world, before standing back to look at me. ![]() This time his arms go around my waist, and I barely have enough time to hang on, before he swoops me up and carries me back into the bedroom. ![]() He runs his fingers over the guitar tattoo, before his eyes meet mine again. Even if you and Landon hadn't demanded I stop wearing bikinis, I would have, because I wasn't ready for either of you to see it yet. ![]()
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