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He smirked and shook his head, twisting around with me in his lap until he was laying flat on the sofa. "C'mere…" he motioned, laying back and reaching for me.
I shuffled up the length of his body until he could wrap his arms around my legs and pull me until I was centered over his face.
He ran his tongue along my folds, licking me clean before he swirled around my clit.
My thighs shook as he settled into a rhythm, snaking the tip of his tongue around the still sensitive bundle of nerves. "I don't know if I can cum again…" I murmured, noticeably not moving away as I leaned down into the sensation.
It was almost too much, but there was a hint of more with every flick.
I reached down, rocking over his face as I grasped his hair.
When I shook apart moments later, I fell forward on my hands and knees, unable to stay up.
He somehow wrapped me up in his arms, cuddling me close on the couch. "You okay, Zelle?" he asked. If he knew he was repeating his question from earlier, I didn't know. But I gave him a slightly different answer this time.
"I'm all better now."
"Good. That's good," he whispered.
