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above my breasts and stops kissing my neck to admire me.
    I at least had the presence of mind when I got dressed this morning to put on one of my nice bras. It’s cream colored with embroidery on the band and lace edging the cups.
    Brian looks at my face now. He’s checking in with me, making sure I’m okay with this since it was at about this point that I stopped him before.
    “Is this okay, Jenna?”
    I nod.
    “If you’re going to stop me again, I need you to do it now,” he says. His voice is soft and husky with desire.
    “I’m not going to stop you,” I say, matching his tone.
    He returns his hands to my shirt and lifts it over my head, then glides his hands down my back to unhook my bra and slide it down my arms. His hands return to cup my breasts, his touch firm but gentle. I watch his hands, feeling their warmth, and seeing how my breasts just slightly spill over from his grip.
    “You’re so beautiful,” Brian says. He kisses me deeply, while kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples. He starts kissing his way down my neck again, this time continuing past my collarbone. His mouth replaces his hand on my right breast. I arch back, giving him full access, and tangle my fingers in his hair.
    He lays me back on the couch, continuing to lavish attention on my breasts, pausing to yank his shirt off over his head. His mouth is back on mine, insistent and demanding. He’s propping himself up on his right arm and his left hand feels like it’s everywhere. He’s stroking my body, fondling my breast, then skimming down over my belly to the button on my jeans. He unfastens my jeans one handed, then slides his hand inside.
    He lets his fingers play over me, teasing and exploring. I gasp when he finally makes firm contact. He slides a finger inside, groaning into my mouth as he continues his explorations. One finger becomes two, and his thumb makes small circles around my clit. I arch into his hand, craving more contact, more friction.
    “I need to see all of you,” he says. I almost whimper as he pulls away, but then he’s pulling off my jeans and my underwear. I help him by lifting my hips as he pulls them down and off. He’s kneeling between my thighs, then pulls my legs up and spreads me wide. I’ve never been so exposed before. Tom saw me naked plenty, but he never spread me open and devoured me with his eyes. I would feel embarrassed, except for the obvious desire and appreciation in Brian’s eyes.
    Brian leans over me and kisses me again, then starts kissing and nipping a path down my neck, between my breasts, and over my belly. He plants an open mouth kiss at the top of my mound, sucking slightly, then using his tongue. He looks up and locks eyes with me before dragging his tongue up my core from bottom to top.
    “Breathe, Jenna,” he tells me. I let out a shuddery breath. He’s playing with me, exploring my folds with his tongue, relishing my reactions to him. His attentions are deeply arousing, but nowhere close to taking me to the edge.
    He licks me long and slow again, this time lingering at the top to do something really nice with his tongue. I moan and he pulls away to grin up at me. He doesn’t stop for long, though, returning with another long lick ending with whatever it was he did before. Then he latches on, and the suction feels marvelous. I’m not sure what else he’s doing with his tongue, but I like it. A lot. No one’s ever made me feel quite like this before. My hands are clutching at the couch cushions, but I don’t feel like it’s a strong enough anchor.
    Brian’s stopped teasing me now and is ramping me closer and closer to the edge. I’ve thrown my head back and my eyes are closed. I know I’m making noises and saying things, but I’ve no idea what nonsense is coming out of my mouth. The only thing I can focus on is how good Brian’s tongue is making me feel.
    Brian slides his fingers inside me again, first one and then two. He presses up, and I shatter, white lights