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Maybe Chris didn't want to be a dad. We hadn't exactly had this discussion yet, so I didn't know his thoughts on it.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there.
He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.
In addition to trying to avoid speaking, I was trying to avoid coming because he hadn't given permission. We'd played in similar ways before, and I'd held out for longer than I'd expected I would.
I grabbed my jeans and sat on the edge of the bed. "Is it the same spot as last year?" "It should be.
And then we were moaning together, his hands fondling my breasts while my arms hung limply over his at my sides and he bounced me on his lap.
Just the simple pronoun had the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head from a long slumber.