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I shivered from head to toes when he stopped and leaned back, feeling the cool air of the room on my tense wet skin. My head bounced forward as I tried to open my eyes, dying for more, even if I knew he was just warming me up. I didn’t care.

A muffled moan escaped my lips when his tongue swirled around my tip, as his hands rested flat on my abs and slid up. He kept teasing me, licking, sucking, even blowing on my sensitive head, while his hands moved up and down in a firm but gentle way.

I didn’t fight his touch. For some reason, when he moved his hands down toward my navel, my hips responded by rocking forward, bringing my cock to brush into his mouth, which triggered all kinds of sparks in my guts.

He didn’t let me rush. He kept it all going in an unnerving slow motion.

I heard a shuffle and my cock didn’t find his lips. His hands cupping my pecs told me he’d gotten up.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his thumbs rubbing my nipples in circles.

His eyes lingered on them a moment longer be