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ELEANOR

There was no way this was happening right now. I shouldn't be feeling my body thrum with excitement and raw need with every move of Easton's tongue in my mouth. His movements had started out slowly, just a press of lips that grew more insistent as he looked to grow more excited and confident as time went on without any form of refusal from me.

When his hand comes up and trails down my face ever so slowly until he reaches back up to grip firmly, yet so gently in my hair, a soft, wanton moan is ripped out of my throat and that had been when his slick tongue probed in to draw even more embarrassing sounds out of my lips.

This was supposed to feel wrong, wasn't it? I could hear the more rational voices in my head screaming at me, reminding me why exactly I was here and how that was the exact opposite of what I was currently doing, but, how could it be wrong when it felt so right?

My body yearned to be closer to him and I could feel myself arching further into his strong arms aro