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eat his fill of her.  Quick as lightning, she reached out to cover herself, something that was hard to do with his finger still inside her, and he growled in frustration.
    “This is supposed to be about your pleasure,” she reminded him.
    That did it.  Extracting his finger, he raised himself up, stared right at her, and licked her juice off his finger.  When her eyes widened, he grabbed both her wrists, stretched her arms above her head, and leaned down until they were nose to nose.  “You want to please me?” he breathed.
    She nodded her head.
    “Then this is what you’re going to do.”  He leaned down and kissed her neck, trailed a string of kisses to her ear, and then nipped at her earlobe before swiping it slowly with his tongue.   “You’re going to use your hands for one thing and one thing only.  You’re going to unhook your bra and bare your breasts.  Then you’re going to cup them.  Your fingers are free to do whatever you want there.  Tease your nipples.  Pinch them tight or gently.  You do whatever turns you on.  But you are not going to cover yourself from me.  You’re going to let me touch you and lick you and do whatever the hell I damn well please to please you, do you understand?”
    “Is that—Is that what you really want or are you just being nice?”
    Laughing, he gentled his hold on her wrists, and guided them to her breasts and the front clasp of her bra.   “I want that more than anything in the world, Melina.  I promise you.”
    She stared at him, her hesitation apparent.  Then she nodded and twisted the clasp of her bra so that her small breasts spilled free.
    *** 
    Had she actually thought her breasts weren’t sensitive? 
    Even with her blurry eyesight, she could see him looking at them.  Granted, she couldn’t tell whether his gaze was complimentary or not, but with his erection still pressed strong and sure against her belly, she’d place bets on it being complimentary.  At least her breasts were convinced of that.  They were swollen and achy—the type of achy that was indefinable, yet intolerable to ignore.
    Instinctively, she raised her hands and cupped herself, smoothing her palms from her ribcage to the rise of her breasts, her breath catching as the light pressure caused her nipples to tighten even more.  Closing her eyes, she moaned.  She pinched her nipples.  Moaned even harder.
    “That feel good, baby?” 
    Her only warning was the puff of breath against her skin before a warm, moist suction covered one nipple.  With both nipples still pinched between her fingers, he alternatively flicked one and then the other with his tongue, making sure to give particular attention to the sensitive skin between her thumb and forefinger.  Unable to help herself, she grabbed his hair and pressed him closer to her.  “Please,” she cried out brokenly.
    “Please me?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice even as he replaced her fingers with his own, tweaking her nipples a tad bit harder than she had.  
    The corresponding tug in her sex had her arching off the bed.  Shaking her head frantically, she said,  “No, no.  Please me.  Suck me.  Please.”
    “And then?”
    “Then?” she echoed, her brain freezing.
    “And then are you going to let me suck you all over?”
    Her breath caught.  So he hadn’t lost sight of his original goal.  As much as she was enjoying this, could she really handle him going down on her?  She couldn’t even think about that right now without getting a little dizzy.  “Yes.  Now please…”  She lifted herself up, offering her breasts to him. 
    With a growl, he took what she’d offered, taking one nipple into his mouth and drawing on it strongly.  With a pop, he released it, only to move on to the next one. 
    No, definitely not insensitive. 
    Her breasts were super sensitive, in fact. 
    So, so sensitive.
    She almost cried out in loss when he raised his head, but he grasped her hands and placed them on her