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"If you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know"

"Okay," she ss

"I mean it If you don’t want to do this anymore, at any tih and lean in, putting ainst hers

"Please, Isis Promise me Promise me you’ll communicate with me I can see the visual clues, but I’hs "Sorry Okay Okay" She takes a deep breath, hard determination in her eyes "I promise Now shut up and kiss me and take off those dunores the thing that co, preferring to sink his hand beneath my panties instead It’s aard, but suddenly he hits that so noises I didn’t know I could make

"O-Oh shit," I hiss

"Are you okay?" He looks up, panicked

"Do that again," I deradually hs are practically crushing his hand, and his fingers are different froer and more slender and can reach all the places I never could, all the places that make me pant and twist and finally, finally, explode soundlessly I go liue down erously close to –

"H-Hey!" I cover ross down there"

He looks up, face hurt But he quickly ht"

"I otta be"

"For some people, it is Not for ood"

I scrunch ? Because historically, you’re sort of good at that"

"No," He kissesIt’s too much work And you deserve better But let’s focus on other things –"

He moves to coain"

"Isis, if you don’t want to do this –"

"I’ve changed hness," He smirks

"An eet to finish my sentence in the best way, and it’s then I realize exactly what the Rose Club was paying hiht he’s done this forfact he’s doing it totoaht before the fireworks I have the sense of htly

"H-Hey, du his mouth on the back of his hand "What is it?"

"What about you?" I murmur, and reach for his dick It’s rock-hard and warauy with his head between s for the last twenty minutes," I smirk

"Can you blahten rip and experimentally clench up and down The ice of his eyes is all but springwater now, soft and pleasure-hazed as I move my hand faster He throws his head back, and I kiss his exposed throat, and suddenly I’ain, his hands onhis eyes He licks down my neck, to my brsts, and I arch when I feel his mouth envelop the very tip of one Faintly, I hear the crinkle of plastic and a sudden pressure, and I should be afraid or hurting more, my brain and , but I feel safe and everything is so wet he slides in easily, sinking to the hilt with slow, careful move and I don’t want to tell hily satisfied as that It gives h he is on the feeling His groan is hoarse as the last bit slots inside, and he dusts ht? I should’ve asked, I should have warned you – "

"It’s okay," I insist "Really Didn’t hurt at all"

He looks doubtful, and I s the truth"

"Promise?" He asks