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“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asks, and I wiggle beneath him, feeling my face heat as I nod. I want him to touch meand feel his hands on my body. He smiles, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he kisses me deeply. His pelvis brushes against me and I find I don’t shy away, not even when I feel his hardness press against me.

Gannon presses closer and a moan escapes my lips when he presses himself against me, touching some nerve that makes my hips buck and my eyes widen. I gasp, pulling away from him. “You like that?” Gannon asks, watching me as he rolls his hips against me again, making something tighten inside me as his cock brushes the same spot.

I nod my head, shutting my eyes. “That’s what it should feel like Abbie, pleasure not pain,” he whispers, and I open my eyes to look at him.

“So can I touch you, you can tell me to stop,” he murmurs, leaning closer, a smile on his lips as they brush mine. I nod, he kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth and tasting every inch of it before his lips move to my neck and over my collar bone; tingles rush over my skin where he touches.

I feel the mark on my neck warm, and tingle as his lips move lower and his tongue swipes over my peaked nipple, making it harden impossibly more as he teases it with his tongue. His lips move to the other when he moves lower, his lips and tongue running down my ribs to my hips, making me squirm when I feel his arms move under my bent legs, making me sit up. He kissed my knee, his eyes watching me as his lips trailed and sucked down my leg, when I realized he was about to put his mouth down there.

“Gannon!” I hiss when I feel his warm breath sweep over me, and I groan as he blows his hot breath over me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs, laying on his belly. I chew my lip, unsure about having his face down there. “I won’thurt you, Love. You can watch, say stop, and I will,” he ran his nose up the inside of my leg, making me shudder.

“And it won’t hurt?” I ask him. He shakes his head before trailing his tongue down the inside of my thigh. My legs close almost entirely on his head when I feel his tongue sweep across the apex of my legs. His hands grip my thighs before I can crush his head.

“No pain, just pleasure, Abbie,” he whispers, looking between my legs while I think when I open my legs for him. I watch him, and he watches me back as he lowers his head before his mouth is on me. His tongue sweeps between my lower lips to my clit.

I moan at the feel of it, and I hear him chuckle before sucking it into his mouth, and my head rolls on my shoulders at the intense feeling of it before I fall back on the bed while he kisses my most private area.

I can’t stop the intense feeling building or the cries spilling from my lips as his tongue swirled and sucked my flesh. When the feeling grows, becoming too much, I grip his hair.

“Stop!” I shriek, feeling on the verge of combusting, like I’m going to wet myself or something. Gannon stops immediately.

“You don’t like it?” he asks as I try to catch my breath.

I shake my head. “No, it was just getting too intense,” I breathe. Gannon laughs, making me lift my head to look down at him.

“It’s supposed to feel like that, Love,” he says.

Am I supposed to feel like wetting myself? Is he crazy?

“Let me; I’ll show you.”

I shake my head. He has gone mad. Does he want me to pee on him?

“Abbie, I can assure you whatever you are feeling or are currently too embarrassed to say is normal. It should feel likethat,” he tells me. “And it gets better,” he tells me, making my eyebrows pinch.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. I do trust him. I trust him with my life.

“Then you know I wouldn’t do anything to upset you.”

I nod, staring down at him as he lowers his face between my legs again, giving me the chance to pull away. Still, when I don’t, his mouth covers me again, and the feeling builds quickly, making me want to pull away as it climbs higher, making my muscles tense and quiver.

I pull away, and his hands grip my thighs. “Relax, Love,” he mumbles against me when he starts purring. Only this time, his purr sounds different. It isn’t so much a sound but more of a feeling as it wakes some primal part of me I didn’t know existed. Forcing calm over me, and as soon as it does, my body turns to putty in his hands, making me realize it had to be the calling thing Azalea had told me about.

Gannon’s mouth doesn’t let up when I reach some peak before an intense crescendo. My entire body tenses at the feeling before I crash and fall blindly into bliss.

My entire body spasms, my toes curl as it rocks through me in waves, and my inner walls flutter and pulsate, making me cry out as he slows, letting me ride out the intense pleasure that leaves my entire body exhausted and tingly.

When the feeling starts dissipating, I find myself breathless as Gannon crawls up my body before kissing me, his tongue delving between my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, making me groan into his mouth.

I wrap my legs around his waist, yet they feel so heavy they crash back onto the bed. Gannon chuckles, pecking my lips before looking down at me as I yawn, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Gannon kisses my cheek and moves to hop off me when I grip his shoulders. “Rest; we can do more later,” he tells me, but Ishake my head. That doesn’t seem fair, and I know he’s aroused. I can feel his cock straining against his boxers as it presses against me.

“But–”

“I’m fine, Abbie,” he whispers, moving away when I wrap my arms around his neck.