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basically down near my ass!
    Oh no, oh NO, what’s the view like down there?!
    Oh God, how embarrassing!
    Thank GOD I tidied up in the bathroom!
    Do I smell okay? Is he going to be okay with how I taste?
    The little voices got to be too much.
    “I don’t – ” I started to say as I pressed my hands against the glass, getting ready to force myself up into a standing position.
    “STOP,” he snarled.
    I froze where I was.
    In theory, a man crouching between your legs and giving you oral sex is probably not at his most dominant – but Connor sure was.
    “ I won,” he continued sternly. “Unless you absolutely hate this, let me enjoy myself.”
    Well… I couldn’t say that I absolutely hated it… so I just whispered, “Okay.”
    And I was rewarded with having my mind blown.
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    His tongue glided over everything at that point. All of me. Across my lips, up towards my front, and then wetly caressed my clit.
    I cried out and braced myself hard against the glass as my legs trembled.
    His tongue moved backwards, separating my drenched lips and plunging inside me, tickling just inside my body.
    By this point, all the little voices were basically washed away by a tidal wave of pleasure.
    I kept moaning over and over as he moved backwards again, his tongue sliding out of me and going backwards – – a little too far.
    WHOA.
    Not all the way to the back door, but right in between.
    The sensation was great, but all the little insecure voices surfaced from the ocean and started a chattering chorus again.
    Oh no, he CAN’T do THAT!
    This is bad, this is really bad!
    You can’t do this, it’s not right!
    Thankfully he slid forward again, plunged his tongue deep inside me, and the voices were silenced again as a single, short contraction of pleasure fluttered through my belly.
    Then he was at my clit again, licking and caressing it.
    I felt like I was about to cry – not a bad cry, a good cry – but my body was wound up like a spring, with my hormones and emotions at a peak.
    I needed him inside me.
    SOON.
    And then, my wish was granted… though not quite in the way I had expected.
    He drew his head back, and I felt his fingers brush against my thighs.
    And then, gently, slowly, I felt them sliding inside me.
    I cried out, a choked sob.
    “Are you okay?” he asked from somewhere behind me, his voice concerned.
    “Y-yes,” I whispered, my head down, my palms braced against the glass. “Yes.”
    His fingers began to move inside me – not in-and-out, but curling. Like he was stroking one spot with his fingertips.
    A steady, building pressure of intense pleasure began to fill me down there. With the girth of his fingers filling me up (though not nearly as much as another part of his body might), the sensations were incredible.
    Suddenly, I realized what he was doing.
    Oh my God, he must be touching my G-spot!
    I’d read about it. Countless articles in Cosmo. Best-sellers on sex (well, read them furtively in bookstores, but didn’t actually buy them. That would entail having the cashier know what I was reading). Blog posts.
    From what I remembered, the guy was supposed to use a ‘come-hither’ curl of his fingers to hit your spot. Connor was doing that, except he was on the opposite side, so I guess it was more of a ‘go-thither’ gesture. Or the way a person says ‘hit me’ in blackjack by rubbing his cards with two fingers.
    Remember, I’m not sexually experienced. Sexually well-read, yes, but not experienced. Two of my four ex-boyfriends couldn’t even find my clitoris. Three of them didn’t go down on me much (one not at all), so why would they have taken the time to find what was, to them, a mythical place that didn’t afford them any pleasure?
    The fact that Connor was even attempting to do this suddenly overwhelmed me with even greater desire for him.
    That, and the fact that it seemed to be working pretty well.
    At this point I was a hot mess, whimpering and moaning, my body shuddering as short