His Elusive Antidote
He nuzzled against me, his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe, where I always been ticklish.
“Ooh,” I whispered, I can’t help but to moan with this intensifying feeling and excitement. “Ahh! Jaxon!” I sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam, and then I forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost myself inside my own pleasure. Jaxon watched me squeeze my eyes shut as I clamped my thighs against his wrist and snapped my hips up, once, twice, three times before I froze, all the muscles in my thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt my contract against his fingers.
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