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He Ate Me Out Like I Was His Last Meal
He looked absolutely gorgeous tonight. I adjusted my favorite summer dress, the one that highlighted my legs just the way men liked. He was here tonight with our group of friends, like usual, but it wasn’t a usual night.
We had this undeniable chemistry, a silent understanding after weeks of flirting and texting. We were both feeling it, and it was time to take it to the next level.
I caught him checking me out a few times. “You must have worn that knowing I’d appreciate it,” he said, leaning close as we laughed.
“Maybe,” I replied, letting my fingers lightly graze his arm. “Is it working?”
The night continued with tequila and quiet conversations. Every accidental touch made me more excited. I loved the way his eyes lingered on my legs. The attention, the desire in his gaze, it was exhilarating.
As the night began to wind down, he suggested we continue the fun at his place. “Lazy drinks,” he called them. I readily agreed.
His dimly lit apartment welcomed us. We settled onto the couch, sinking into the cushions as we leaned into each other. He placed his hand on my waist, and I moved closer, brushing his thigh with my fingers.
He looked at me and smiled, his eyes saying “I want you.” “Just take me already,” my answering look…
