Imogen I nodded my head shyly, heat rising in my cheeks. I did want to touch it, curiosity burned under my skin, wondering how it would feel beneath my hand.“Stretch out your hand,” he commanded lightly.I obeyed. My fingertips brushed the head of his length, and my eyes darted up to his face at once. A frown appeared almost immediately, but it wasn’t anger, more like he was fighting hard to keep control.I teased just a little, rubbing slowly against the smooth, hot skin. He hissed under his breath.“More of that and I will cum like a teenager,” he muttered, voice rough.I chuckled softly. “We don’t want that yet, do we?” I asked, still teasing, still moving my fingers in light strokes.His hand shot out and caught my wrist. In one fluid motion he laid back over me, pinning both of my hands above my head. His weight settled between my thighs, solid and warm.“No, we don't,” he warned, eyes dark. “That is why you should stop with your innocent teasing.”I chuckled again, though the
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