Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

His mouth—

It was still there.

Still between my ass cheeks.

Still moving.

Still licking.


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That tongue…

It didn’t stop.

It circled.

Softly.

Wet.

Slow.


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Then—

It pushed.

Just slightly.

Just the tip.

Inside.


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And I gasped.

Loud.

Sharp.

Not planned.

Not controlled.


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A tight pull spread across my belly.

Like rope.

Invisible.

Twisting inside.

Clenching me from within.


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“Ahhh—”

It came out broken.

Breath wrapped in sound.

Like a small scream hiding under breath.


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He tried again.

Pushed once more.

Just the tip.

Just a little.


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But my ass—

It clenched.

Tight.

Too tight maybe.

Nervous tight.


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And he felt it.

Immediately.

Understood it.

In the way my body closed.


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So he stopped.

Pulled back.

No force.

No push.

Just stopped.


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I felt the cold air.

Right there.

Sudden.

Sharp.

Against that wet skin.


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My breath—

It was shaking.

Fast.

Open-mouthed.

Ragged.


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Then I heard it.

That sound.

His knee shifting on the mattress.

A small movement.

A shift of weight.


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Then his hands.

Back on my thighs.

Strong.

Warm.

Gripping.


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“Wait—what now—”

I tried to say.

But no voice came.

Only air.

Only a whisper inside my chest.


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He pulled me.

Quick.

Sharp.

One movement.


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And I flipped.

Onto my stomach.

Just like that.


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Didn’t even lift myself.

Didn’t get a chance.

His hands grabbed my hips.

Raised them.


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My knees bent.

Under me.

Automatically.

Reflex.


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And suddenly—

I was kneeling.

Body low.

Ass high.


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My arms stretched in front.

Elbows straight.

Hands flat.

Face down.


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My cheek pressed into the bed.

Pillow gone.

Only sheet.

Cotton against my skin.


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My ass?

Up.

High.

Open.

Bare.

Offered.


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My hair—

It fell across my cheek.

Stuck with sweat.

Sticking to my jaw.


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My mouth—

Was open.

Breathing heavy.

So heavy.


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I couldn’t see him.

Not from that angle.

But I felt him.

Fully.


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His hands came again.

Spread my buttocks.

Wider.

Deeper.

No shame.


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He was looking.

At everything.

No hiding now.

Not one inch.


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I felt the air—

Cool.

On my wetness.

And I was wet.

Soaked.


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Inside.

Outside.

All around.

Wet from him.

Wet from me.


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Juice was running.

Down my inner thigh.

Slow trail.

Sticky line.


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My asshole—

Still wet.

From his tongue.

Still tingling.

Still pulsing.


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Clit throbbing.

Pussy lips parted.

Open.

Swollen.


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And I—

I was kneeling.

Like animal.

Held.

Presented.


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I felt it.

And I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Didn’t want to.


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Then—

He came close.

Again.

That warmth.

Near.


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I braced myself.

Tensed slightly.

Breathed deep.


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And then I felt it.

That tongue.

Again.


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Starting from the front.

From the clit.

From the softest part.


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Flat lick.

One stroke.

Long.

Slow.


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Upward.

From clitoris—

Over the slit—

Across the lips—


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Between the folds—

To the base—

Then lower—

To the back—


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Over the asshole.

And still up.

Right through the middle of my crack.


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And I moaned.

Loud.

Unfiltered.


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Like a bitch.

Real bitch.

That sound escaped me.


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No shape.

No word.

Only moan.

From belly.


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“Ahhhh—aaahhh—hhhaaaa…”

No shame.

Only breath.


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He did it again.

Same motion.

Same path.


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Heavy tongue.

Dragging everything.

Juice.

Sweat.

Spit.

All of it.


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He licked me—

Like he was cleaning a plate.

Not gentle.

Not soft.


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Firm.

Messy.

Wet.

Claiming.


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And again.

I moaned.

Still kneeling.

Still open.

Still burning.


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My face—

Still pressed to the bed.

Cheek smashed into the sheet.

Hot breath fogging the cotton.


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Drool hung from my lip.

Sticky.

Warm.

Falling.


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I was gasping.

Through teeth.

Through throat.

Through heat.


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My hands—

Gripped the edge of the bedsheet.

Knuckles white.

Fingers tense.


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Knees wide apart.

My back arched.

Automatically.


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So he could go deeper.

Lick longer.

Own more.


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Again he licked.

From pussy to ass.

Full length.

One hot stroke.


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“Ahhh—fuckkk…”

It came out.

Loud.

Raw.

Real.


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Didn’t know I said it.

Didn’t care.

Only felt.


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Melting from inside.

Fully.

Completely.

Every stroke—

Made my pussy twitch.


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Every twitch—

Pushed more juice out.

Warm.

Dripping.


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Onto the bed.

Between my legs.

Sticky trails.

Messy heat.


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His tongue passed the clit again—

My spine jerked.

Sharp.

Immediate.


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One hard moan—

Tore out of me.

From nowhere.

From everywhere.


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I felt like animal.

No shame.

No control.

Only sound.

Only body.

Only feeling.


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His face—

Was behind me.

Mine—

Was buried in the bed.


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But my mouth—

Still open.

Still moaning.

Still giving.

Still being.


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Like I had no other job in this world.

Except this.

To kneel.

To take it.

To be eaten.

To moan.


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My face—

It was pressed deep.

Deeper than before.

Into the bed.

Into the fabric.


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One cheek squashed.

Flattened against the sheet.

Skin warm.

Cotton soft.

Breath hot.


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My eyes—

They were open.

Not blinking.

Just staring.

Straight into the threads.


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At the tiny lines.

The weave.

The tiny bumps of the cloth.

So close.

So sharp.


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I was breathing fast.

Mouth open.

Half open.

Wet.

So wet.


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Drool.

Falling.

Dripping from the corner.

Sliding down my chin.

Sticky trail.


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But I couldn’t close my mouth.

Couldn’t stop the air.

Couldn’t swallow.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move.


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Because of that tongue.

That one tongue.

Still working.

Still licking.

Still owning me.


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That tongue—

It was relentless.

Up and down.

Long strokes.

From pussy to ass.


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And then again.

Back up.

Same path.

Wet.

Hot.


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He didn’t stop.

Not once.

Didn’t pause.

Didn’t slow.

Didn’t even breathe.


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I was gripping.

The edge of the bed.

Both hands.

Hard.

Fingers bent.


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Arms shaking.

Forearms tight.

Shoulders stiff.

Like I was hanging on.

To the world.


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My legs were bent under me.

Knees pressed to the bed.

Thighs spread wide.

Skin sticky.

Breath wild.


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Back arched.

So high.

Spine curved.

Ass lifted.

Exposed.


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I couldn’t control it.

Couldn’t fix it.

Couldn’t straighten.

Couldn’t move.

I was stuck.


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Frozen.

Burning.

Breathing.

Alive.

Too alive.


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Then—

I felt it.

A hand.

His hand.

Coming from behind.


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Sliding under.

One palm.

Warm.

Firm.

Familiar.


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It came between my thighs.

From behind.

Right into the heat.

Between the mess.

Under the wetness.


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And then—

A finger.

His finger.

I felt it.

Right there.


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At the entrance.

Of my pussy.

Just resting.

Waiting.

Testing.


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Not pushing yet.

Just there.

Breathing with me.

Feeling me.

Hovering.


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I gasped.

Loud.

From nowhere.

From my throat.

“Ahhh—”


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The breath broke.

Halfway.

I hadn’t even known I was holding it.

Till it escaped.

Like a balloon.


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Then—

He pushed.

Slow.

Not hard.

Not rough.


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Just the tip.

First.

Just enough to open me.

Enough to slide in.

To enter.


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I moaned.

Loud.

Unfiltered.

Raw.

“Aaahhh—haaahh…”


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My hips jerked.

Slight.

Small reaction.

Uncontrolled.

Honest.


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That finger—

It went in more.

Deeper.

Smooth.

Like it belonged there.


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Warm inside me.

Inside that dripping space.

That aching spot.


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My pussy—

Tightened around it.

Welcomed it.

Clutched it.

And I moaned again.


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From my chest this time.

From my ribs.

From my middle.

“Hmmnnn… haaahhh…”


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My knees—

They widened.

To give more space.

To let him in.

To let me open.


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My elbows—

They bent.

Arms low.

Body sunk down.

Still face down.

Still ass high.


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The finger moved.

Again.

Deeper now.

All the way.

Inside.


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Slow strokes.

In.

Out.

Gliding.

Pushing.


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Then—

Another sensation.

New.

Hot.

Sharp.


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His other hand.

The second one.

It came around.

From the front.

From under.


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And it found—

My clit.


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Finger on it.

Touching.

Testing.

Circling.

Flicking.


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Tiny fast movements.

All on that one spot.

The burning one.

The one screaming.


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I cried out.

Loud.

Scared and needing.

“Ahhh—ahh—nnghh—stop—nooooo…”


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But I didn’t mean it.

Couldn’t mean it.

My pussy was pulsing.

Around his finger.


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And my clit—

Was alive.

Burning.

Tingling.

Sparking.


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He rubbed it.

Small circles.

Same time his finger—

Was sliding in and out.

Of me.


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And his tongue?

Now only on my asshole.

Focused.

Deliberate.

Owned.


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Suddenly—

It stopped.

Just like that.

No signal.

No pause.


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His mouth.

Gone.

His tongue.

Gone.

His lips.

Pulled back.


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From between my cheeks.

From that heat.

From that ache.

Just gone.


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I felt the change.

Immediately.

The moment it happened.

The shift.

The difference.


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That wet warmth—

Replaced.

By air.

Cool.

Open.


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Air on wet skin.

On pulsing skin.

On licked skin.

Too sudden.

Too cold.


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My breath caught.

One tight inhale.

Chest rising.

Pressing into the bed.

Crushing the sheet.


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Face still down.

Cheek on pillow.

Mouth open.

Still drooling.

Sticky thread from lip to cotton.


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But his hands—

They didn’t leave me.

Not both.

One stayed.

Low.


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Between my legs.

That hand.

Still rubbing.

Still circling.

Still teasing.


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My clit.

Still under his finger.

Still tingling.

Still twitching.

Every round stroke sent a jolt.


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The same rhythm.

Same pace.

Soft.

Slow.

Unchanged.


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But the other hand—

That one moved.

I felt it rising.

Upward.

Over my skin.


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Sliding softly.

Over one butt cheek.

Then across.

To the other side.


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Then—

It stopped.

Right above.

At the centre.


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Above my asshole.

Resting.

Still.

Heavy.

Breathing with me.


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My heart jumped.

One thud.

In my chest.

Hard.

Sharp.


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Because I knew.

I understood.

What that meant.

What that pressure was.


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That place—

It was sensitive.

Already wet.

Already tingling.

Still raw.


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From his tongue.

From earlier.

From heat.

From want.

But not ready.


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Not like that.

Not now.

Not with everything so loud.

So full.

So much.


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I tensed.

Just slightly.

Legs pulled in a bit.

Reflex.

Warning.


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“Prakash,” I said.

Soft.

Quiet.

But real.


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My voice—

It came cracked.

Rough.

Dry from moaning.

But clear.


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I was out of breath.

Still recovering.

But I said it.

Just that.

His name.


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No drama.

No shout.

No anger.

Just presence.

Just warning.


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He didn’t reply.

Didn’t say anything.

Didn’t stop either.


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That finger—

Still there.

Hovering.

Waiting.

Measuring.


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One second.

Two.

Then—

SPAT.


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Right on it.

On my asshole.

One wet spit.

Heavy.

Warm.


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It landed with a sound.

Soft slap.

Sticky splash.

Right on that skin.


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I flinched.

My whole body twitched.

Tiny recoil.

From the sound.

From the feel.


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He didn’t stop.

Used his finger.

Spread it.

Over the spot.

Lubricating.


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My heart—

Was faster now.

Louder.

I could feel it in my ears.

In my chest.


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I shut my eyes tight.

Tried to breathe.

Through nose.

Through mouth.

Didn’t help.


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Because I knew.

What was next.

I knew that feeling.

I knew what that pressure meant.


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Then—

I felt it.

That fingertip.

Return.

This time—


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Not to my clit.

Not to my pussy.

But right there.

Center.

Back.


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He pressed.

Just the tip.

Just resting.

Not pushing.

Yet.


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But I jumped.

Pulled forward an inch.

Spine straightened.

Breath caught.


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“No.”

That’s what I said.

Still not loud.

But firmer.

More breath.


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My arms moved.

Finally.

Both palms.

Flat on the bed.

Ready.


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I pushed.

My body.

Forward.

Slow but sure.

Clear.


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His hands stayed.

For a second.

Still holding.

Still open.

But—


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I straightened.

Dropped my hips.

Let my legs stretch.

Long.

Flat.


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My chest—

Already pressed to the bed.

Now—

My stomach.

My thighs.

My whole body.


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Flat.

Still.

Soft.


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Face turned to one side.

Cheek down.

Hair stuck.

Wet strands over my mouth.


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Breathing fast.

But calm.

But mine.


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His hands didn’t follow.

Didn’t chase.

They paused.

Held in air.

Then—


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They pulled back.

From my ass.

From my pussy.

From my body.

From everything.


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Silence.

Real silence.

Except breath.

Except heartbeat.


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Wetness still on my skin.

Spit.

Juice.

Heat.

Sticky lines on my thighs.


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But his hands—

Gone.

That spread feeling?

Gone too.

Closed now.

Mine again.


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I just lay there.

Still naked.

Still full.

Still pulsing.


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Face in the bed.

Legs stretched.

Back moving with each breath.

Rising.

Falling.


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Between my thighs—

Still wet.

Still open.

Still warm.

Still quiet.


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I closed my eyes.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Just stayed.


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Letting that moment end.

On my terms.

Only mine.


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Few seconds passed.

Not many.

Just a handful.

But they felt long.

Very long.


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And in that time—

Nothing happened.

No breath.

No sound.

No touch.


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No movement behind me.

No warmth.

No hand.

No mouth.

Just stillness.


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And my body—

It didn’t move either.

Didn’t twitch.

Didn’t stretch.

Didn’t shift.


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I just lay there.

Face turned to the side.

Cheek on the pillow.

Mouth still half open.

Breath softer now.


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Naked.

Fully.

Completely.

Not covered.

Not hiding.


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But quiet.

Soft.

Breathing.

Still.

At peace.


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And somehow—

I liked it.

That moment.

That second of nothing.

It felt… good.


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That sudden quiet.

That stop.

That pause.

Like a line was drawn.

Like I had taken something back.


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That second of peace.

A single breath.

Mine.

Just mine.

Before the next thing.


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And then—

He moved.

Gently.

No rush.

No force.


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His hand came.

To my side.

Light touch.

Not grabbing.

Just resting.


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And he flipped me.

Rolled me.

One smooth motion.

Not sudden.

But sure.


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Onto my back.

From face-down to face-up.

My head followed.

My arms stayed loose.


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I didn’t resist.

Not at all.

Just let him.

Let myself turn.

Let the moment turn.


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My legs bent slightly.

Loosened.

Followed the movement.

I felt my thighs shift.

My knees open slightly.


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Now I was lying flat.

Facing up.

On my back.

Soft.

Bare.


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Eyes half open.

Not blinking much.

Just watching.

Just floating.


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He was looking down at me.

From above.

Still quiet.

Still unreadable.

But present.


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And he understood.

He got it.

Everything.

What I said.

What I didn’t say.


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That I didn’t want it there.

Not like that.

Not today.


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And he didn’t ask.

Didn’t push.

Didn’t test.

Didn’t speak.

Just stopped.


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He stepped back.

Half a step.

No words.

Then his hand—

It reached.


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To my wrist.

Fingers closed.

Soft grip.

Not pulling.

Just inviting.


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He gave a small tug.

Gentle.

Like asking.

Not dragging.

And I followed.


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He helped me sit up.

Slow.

One hand under my elbow.

Other still on my wrist.


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Then he helped me off the bed.

Guided me.

Off the edge.

To the floor.


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I stood.

Feet flat.

Slightly shaky.

Legs still wobbly.

Breath still shaky.


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But I was upright.

Fully.

Bare.

Facing him.


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He stood close.

So close.

His naked chest—

Right in front of me.

Warm.

Still.


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And then—

He kissed me.

No build-up.

No words.

Just lips.


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Mouth pressed onto mine.

Firm.

Straight.

Wet.


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Not like before.

Not hungry.

Not angry.

Just quiet.

Just full.


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Then he pulled back.

Slow.

Breathed.

Still watching me.

Still saying nothing.


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And then—

His hands came.

To my shoulders.

Both palms.

Warm.


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He pushed.

Gently.

No force.

Just guidance.

Down.


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I dropped.

To my knees.

Slow.

Soft.

Without resistance.


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My hair fell.

Over my shoulders.

Over my breasts.

Over my chest.


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I looked up.

Just slightly.

He was there.

Standing tall.

Right above me.


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Still no words.

Just presence.

Just waiting.


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His hands moved.

To his waist.

Touched his belt.

Held it.

Didn’t open.


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Just held it.

In front of me.

Still.

Like signal.

Like message.


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His other hand—

Hovered near his buckle.

Waiting.

For me.


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I looked.

At his hands.

Then at his face.

Then back down.


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I didn’t want to.

Not yet.

My fingers—

They hesitated.

Still.


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Then—

PAK.

One slap.

Side of my cheek.

Quick.


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Sharp.

Not full force.

But loud.

Real.


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Enough.

Enough to say: do it.

Now.

No waiting.


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I blinked.

Once.

Eyes wet.

Not from pain.

But that sting.

That push.


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That line crossed.

Again.

And I moved.


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Slow.

Fingers raised.

Touched the belt.

Unhooked the pin.

Felt the leather shift.


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Pulled it loose.

It slid out.

Dry sound.

Smooth.

Familiar.


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I opened the buckle.

One hand held it.

Other went to his pant button.


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Still breathing slow.

Still kneeling.

Still obeying.


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Even as my mind…

Was still catching up.

Trying.

Spinning.

But too late.

Too deep.