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"Michael, don’t say it," she said quickly

He paused, considered her with a naughty glint in his eyes "You meanpussy?"

Flames burned her face, and she wanted to hide inside herself

The corner of his mouth kicked up "No wonder my mom likes you so much It’s very Vietnamese to be modest about sex I didn’t even know the correct Vietnairl parts until I enty Most people call it a little bird My aunt refers to it as a sweet potato Those aren’t the right words for yours You have a pussy, Stella"

Her face burned even hotter, and the blush spread down her neck to her chest, touching everything "That’s a cat They purr and catch e is so ridiculous--I can’t--"

"It’s a pussy, Stella, and it’s wet fora dark look between her legs, he traced her folds, dipped inside briefly, and began circling the part of her that wanted him most "And this, this is your clit It wants ht red Put us both out of our misery, and let me taste you If you hate it, I’ll stop"

It hit her then that he truly wanted this, her He liked what he saw His unabashed craving for herA secret Stella woke up and stretched, drawn to Michael and his words

"Will you be disappointed if I don’t like it and I don’t respond like other woasm for his mouth like so many other wo away as performance anxiety took its place

"If you don’t like it, then we’ll hs, he spread her wider The tip of his tongue pressed against his gorgeous upper lip

He bent down close to her wet flesh,levels, and took a deep breath "I’ood thing you don’t sh I’d have a constant hard-on for you I’entle closed-mouth kiss landed on her clitoris, and her entire body stiffened That was not what she’d expected

"Hate it?" he asked

"I--I"

Another kiss, followed by a slow tasting He hu with slight pressure as his tongue laved her Soft and warm and delicious Stella’s body went limp as heat bloomed inside her

"I can tell you don’t like it," he rasped "Just letat the moisture that flooded fro his teeth against the sensitive nerves before he kissed her again, sipped at her, licked her

She buried her face in the blankets as pleasure concentrated low and deep His tongue was so clever, but release stayed just out of reach This was too new Her body was in a state of shock fro to cry

Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head He began a steady rhythue flickered over her, and she couldn’t prevent her hips fro his hand, s his face with her sex That had to be bad She told herself to stop She couldn’t

Soled in his short hair Her body was coiling tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her

"I’ll stop, Stella Clearly" His tongue rubbed over her fast and hard, and she clenched helplessly around his fingers "Clearly, you hate this"

"Michael" That breathy, needy voice was hers She didn’t care She rubbed her hungry flesh against his tongue, nearly sobbing when he took her back into his mouth

He sucked with perfect pressure, and she ca convulsions He rode out the orgas flicks of his tongue As the aftershocks spaced out, he pressed a parting kiss to her sex and rose over her to blanket her with his body She buried her face against his chest, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she’d ever been