“Why are you always running from doing it with me?” she murmured, her voice low and laced with quiet insistence, her hands steady as they moved slowly over his d*ck, each stroke deliberate, unhurried.“I’m not running,” he replied, though his voice came out rougher than intended.“Then what will you call this?” she pressed, her gaze fixed on him, searching. “You’re hard and you still don’t want to do it.”Her fingers continued their slow, teasing motion, unrelenting, drawing a sharp breath from him.“The first time I kissed you—” Calvin exhaled, a strained sound slipping from him. “Arghh, I hurt you… even if it was just a little.” His eyes darkened, filled with concern, conflicted. “What if I hurt you again… on our first time? And you’re a virgin…” His voice faltered, tension thick in every word.“Then we take it slow,” Cleopatra replied softly, her tone steady, reassuring, closing the distance between them without hesitation.In an instant, his hand shot out, catching hers mid-motion
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