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I realized then that I had lost the ability to speak. Instead of speaking, I kicked my underwear off and let myself sink further into the armchair, closing my eyes, and allowing my legs to open just a little further.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his breath tickling my warm, throbbing clitoris.

There was no way in hell I was going to tell him to stop. He hadn’t even started! And I wanted him to, so badly, but he chose to tease instead. I felt his warm tongue gently flick against the edges of my already aching pussy, and I wanted to scream, but I did my best to hold myself together until he gave me what I wanted.

I had been with this man many, many times, but never in our encounters had I ever experienced anything like what I felt right now. His tongue danced gently up and over my clitoris, sending pulse after pulse of excited energy tearing through me. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, whether to grab his head or grab my thighs.

In the end, I held tightly onto the armchair itself, digging my nails into it while Lucien carefully explored every nook, every fold, and every inch of me. As the pressure and tension started to build, I found my hips starting to move all on their own, bucking lightly against his mouth, his tongue.

Lucien wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled himself closer to me, his rhythm picking up the pace.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. Panted. “Please… don’t stop.”

But he stopped, and pulled back, leaving me throbbing, aching, and desperate for him to finish what he was doing.

“What… why?” I breathed.

“Ask me.”

“Ask… what?”

“Ask for permission.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“Please…” I pleaded. “Could I have permission to come?”

“You may,” Lucien whispered, and the touch of his tongue against my clitoris made me gasp this time.

I slapped my hand against my mouth to stop from screaming. My entire body shook, legs buckling as the knot in my stomach unraveled itself, releasing wave after wave of pleasurable relief crashing through me. My climax was powerful, probably the best one I had ever had. Lucien remained where he was, his hands gripping my hips, his tongue pressed lightly against me.

I felt like I was floating.

Flying.

When I came back down, Lucien pulled away from me and stood up. I did my best to sit upright, although my legs were still shaking. I reached for him, placing my hands on his hips, on his briefs, and pulling him toward me.

Lucien stood his ground, leaned toward me, and gently kissed my lips. “No,” he said.

“No?” I breathed.

“Get into bed.”

Holy shit.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

I wanted to do exactly what this man told me to do, and I wanted to do it now.

This time, there was no hesitation. Lucien helped me to stand up, I grabbed my pillow, and I walked over to the bed, sliding into it for the second time tonight.

I simply lay in the bed, and waited for Lucien to get in… hoping to all the Gods this wasn’t the end of tonight.

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