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Instead, he continually encouraged me.
There was some kooky flirting against a backdrop of lively music, and then they ended up making out while the sun rose, despite the fact that the two of them would have been smelling like a chum bucket if it had been happening in reality.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there.
He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.
Tell me what this all about. I'm here for you, remember.
Chris pulled on me until I stepped back, halting when my calves hit the edge of the bed. His left arm slid around my side, his hand moving up to cup my right breast.
Another smack on the same spot of my right butt cheek created a lingering sting. But it wasn't a deterrent because my leg moved again when he returned to fingering my asshole.
"Honey, you're freezing.
" "Case in point, Thanksgiving," I said once I could talk again. It was a struggle to keep from shouting.