Oh god. I had to tell him to stop. Just not yet. Touching my breasts wouldn't really hurt.That wasn't my breast. While I'd been watching him sucking on my nipple his hand had gone elsewhere. He rubbed across my mons and was now caressing my mound. OK. This had gone far enough."Ah, Jeff," I said."Mm?" he said, and his hand was now rubbing more firmly against my lips, sending peculiar sensations deep into me. "I, I, ah, um, oh god, what are you doing?"Oh great, what a wonderfully coherent sentence that was, firmly telling him that enough is enough and he needs to stop now."What, you mean when I do this?" he asked, and a pair of fingers slipped between my lips, probing inside me. His fingers were inside me."Yes. I mean no. I mean. . ." What the hell did I mean? If I didn't know why should I expect him to?From my point of view things got steadily worse. Or better. It depends on how you looked at I suppose. His hands were all over me, touching me in the most sensitive places, doing weird. “I have tried it. How do you think I knew you’d like it?” “Then I think it’s my turn.” Lia rolled over and pushed at me until I was on my back. I went willingly. While Lia wiped the dildo off, I slipped out of the yoga pants I’d put on earlier. I was as naked as she was and reveled in feeling her skin, damp with sweat, against mine. She wasted no time, finding all the spots on my body that she knew drove me crazy. She tweaked my nipples and bit down on the pulse point on my neck, making me shudder. For a moment there was nothing but us. I could smell the soap she’d used in the shower—my soap—on her skin, and her hair was soft. Her hands skimmed over my body, running over my hips and thighs before coming back to my tits. I thought I’d die if she didn’t get between my legs. I groaned and closed my eyes as I tried to give myself over to the sensations running through me. Lia moved down and flicked her tongue over one nipple before sucking hard on it. Impatient, I started to reach down.
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