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I’ve never been one to hide my desires, especially when it comes to my body. The other night, I was hanging out with this guy I’ve been flirting with for a while. I wore a tight t-shirt — no bra — because I wanted his attention right where I knew he’d look first.
It started off simple: we were talking, laughing, letting the hours slip by. Then, out of nowhere, he reached out and ran his thumb over the outline of my nipple. The feeling made me inhale sharply, my whole body reacting to that tiny bit of contact. I arched my back, silently urging him to do more, and he got the message. He slid my tshirt up until my breasts were bare, his eyes going dark with want.
The way he sucked on my nipples — gently at first, then with more pressure — made my head spin. I held his face against my chest, loving the heat of his mouth. My skin was so sensitive that every flick of his tongue sent a jolt straight to my core. Before I knew it, I was pressing my hips against him, trying to relieve the ache building between my legs.
He must’ve felt it too. He reached down, unbuttoning my jeans, and I didn’t stop him. Hell, I helped, pulling down the zipper and shimmying out of them. My underwear was already damp, and I could see the flash of excitement in his eyes. Without wasting a second, he slid his hand inside, brushing his knuckles over my clit before pushing a…
