I place my hands around his thighs and pull him tighter as I move to the edge of the seat. He trails a hand down my spine, fingernails sharp but not marking me, yet, I hope. His tongue darts to my neck, and trace a long slow lone to my jaw as I tilt my head back giving him more. Not ready to yield power, I reach one hand up, and do what I’ve
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