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"That’s fucked up You have to mind Why wouldn’t you mind?" Hell, I wanted her to mind If she didn’t care, then this couldn’t mean as much to her as it did to me And I couldn’t accept the idea that she wasn’t as into me as I was into her

She slid her hand down my chest, over my belly and below my navel to where, oh Holy God, I think she touched herself "Because what ifwhat if it’s my name you say?"

"It’s notit can’t be" I shookit, even as I reached for her hand, because I had to knohat she was--fuckher clit

"But what if it is?" she pressed, drawing rew breathier She had to be getting closer to her release, an idea whichbe her," I gritted out, arching up into her

"Why not?"

"Because I can’tshit, fuck, that feels good I can’t feel this with her I can’t do this with her"

"And yet that’s exactly what you "

Just the idea that she could be Caroline hadinto her as deep as I could go She cried out and dug her fingers into my shoulders "Oren"

"Daht now"

She leaned down so I could feel her legs shift with each plunge that she wrought down on ainst ht before she whispered into ination Because you’ll never seethese visits"

"Oh, yeah?" I was tempted to just put her in her place "I could reach over and flip on ht now"