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" His cock pressed against my pussy. "And there's only you for me. " I choked back a cry.
Each brush of his fingertips along the outside of each fleshy globe-around my areolas-pulled another moan from me. The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact. I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material. My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't stop licking then pressing my lips together.
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The word 'vulnerable' came to mind. I appreciated him even more for it. "I received a letter last week. " He bunched up his empty wrapper and played with the plastic lid from his cup, his eyes on the table.
I moaned and pressed my forearms on his thighs to keep him from thrusting any deeper. With my whole hand wrapped around him now, I stroked harder. "Fuck, Holly," he panted. His fingers flexed again then loosened a little.
At some point, I got turned around and snuggled closer to him. I gripped his arm, trembling despite no longer being cold and wet. He tipped my chin up.