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But.

I didn’t get the chance.

“Good to know,” he said.

He lifted me from my feet.

Oh God.

He held me against him, skin-to-skin, and kissed me deeply. All the while, my feet dangled two feet over the floor beneath me. I felt weightless, small, dainty, and yet, protected.

I returned his kiss without reservation or pause. Hungrily, I devoured his lips and searched his naked body with my hands. I pressed my palms against the muscles of his back, along his shoulders, and then found his muscular arms.

Oh God.

The kiss lasted just long enough to make me anxious, but not so long that I wanted it to end.

Nonetheless, our lips parted.

He lowered me to the floor.

“Bend over the couch,” he said, more asking than telling.

I wanted him to put on a condom.

“But--”

“Just do it,” he said. “Lean over.”

With slight reluctance, I complied. His hands gripped my waist, but it felt odd. His thumbs were pressed into the divots at my hips, and his fingers were along the small of my back.

The exact opposite of what I was expecting.

And then.

Whoosh!

I was airborne again.

Now upside-down, with my chest against his stomach, his cock bouncing heavily in front of me. I struggled to get my bearings. His thumbs tickled my hips. My lower thighs rested against his shoulders.

He inserted a finger.

Holy crap that feels good.

With precision, he worked it in and out of my wet folds.

I closed my eyes and exhaled everything that my lungs had in them. He repositioned his feet, spreading his stance slightly, and when he did, his cock slapped against my cheek.

In all the excitement of having his finger inside of me, I’d somehow forgotten it was there.

I wrapped my mouth around the tip, circled it with my tongue, and…

Dear God.

Holy…

He shoved his tongue inside of me.