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once permission was given, she didn’t hesitate. she let her love, her lust, her arousal flood through him. feeling what he felt, letting him feel what she felt, creating what was almost a feedback loop of desire and tightened chests and thundering veins. his tongue sent shuddering waves of warmth up her, and it was all she could do not to burst with it right then and there, sweaty fists clutching at the sheets as her senses overrode. trying to focus on just one thing -- his tongue, his hands, the feel of his desire and love and her frenzied lust and adoration coursing through her, coursing through both of them -- it was all too much.
“radar!” she wanted him. she wanted him inside of her, wanted him to quell the longing that started up deep within her. rocking her hips against his lips was not enough to sate the need that was inside of her. “baby, please --” she tried telling him what she wanted, but all that came out was a low moan. she pulled gently at his shoulders instead, hoping that the frenzied emotions she was sending his way would get the message across clearer than words could.

















