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Hear his raspy breathing.
Chris eventually stopped, but not before I was moaning incessantly. He switched to drawing light circles on my skin a few inches above each nipple, swirling around them in a ever-tightening spiral but never touching them directly.
I fell asleep with tears drying on my face and my heart feeling crushed. The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman.
Add in that we were alone. I tried very hard to be good.
His fingers twisted tighter in my hair.
"Why not ask me if I was into a guy with piercings before you took me to bed?" "I was enamored from the start. Swore I couldn't mess up this time.
And then he eased off.