I don’t move my head—worried it’ll break whatever spell this is, so I look up at him, blinking at him through dark lashes as my hand slowly starts its ministrations on my clit once more. With a loud shout Sebastian enters me one last time and stills. XXNX He lays a heavy arm over my stomach to hold me still and lowers his head once more to lick my most private area. I’m light in my touch at first, my fingertips grazing over the veins and ridges there, as I cherish the noise he makes. You always hid under sweaters and blazers in class. I’m not letting him get away that easily. At twenty-three years old, I never thought I’d be playing Twister…much less with a man twenty years my senior. Rough fingertips run over the skin of my stomach, giving rise to goosebumps.
