There was no rush, there was no hesitation either. Aspen took his time, kissing down my throat to my hardened peaks, his warm breath fanning the small hairs on my skin the lower he went. Bringing on an onslaught of sensations that had me sinking my fingers into his scarred chest.Every thought about resisting flew out the window and all I could think about was how deftly his fingers worked, thrumming my body like I was a guitar tuned to his taste. Still, that unsettling feeling crept in, even as I lost my breath when his tongue circled a nipple. “Aspen…wait, wait…please,” I moaned out, it was torture saying words I didn’t want to. He stopped, his tongue leaving my nipple and he moved up to meet my eyes. The carnal desires in his eyes had my mine going blank, my reason for telling him to stop almost forgotten. “What are you so afraid of?” he asked suddenly, he didn’t let go of my body fully but he created a certain distance between us. I bit down on my bottom lip, raw and
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