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You're still dripping wet. Erica," he whispered, nibbling on the nape of my neck. Pulling my right leg onto his arm, he commanded, "Unveil my desire, Erica, and let me quench your thirst."
CHAPTER TWENTY
In the embrace of his warmth, I found solace; every need was met by the presence of the right person. Benjamin's unwavering passion led his tongue along my legs, ascending with deliberate anticipation towards the core of my being.
He kneeled before me and licked every dripping along the length of my leg and sucked my folds like ice cream on it's corn, like he hungered for my delicacy, prompting me to grab hold of his head, pulling it harder. His tongue was so hot, and his breath composed the rythim that echoed in the room. My groans were accelerated; I couldn't breathe anymore; I was reaching the heights of sensation. Then I calmed down; his mouth did not depart my folds until I came down.
