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“So impatient,” I teased.

It was a meaningless tease; I was just as impatient. It was something new, something I hadn’t thought I’d be comfortable with, but there was something about the way Arlene gave herself to me. I couldn’t move away.

“Shut up.”

I laughed. My hand cupped one of her breasts while the other teased her nipple. I could’ve asked how sensitive her breasts were, but it was more fun to discover it on my own.

“You really are lucky I’m not a Sadist.”

“You sure about that?” Arlene’s voice came out breathier the more I teased her.

I wanted to see how far I could take it, how it would sound when she was completely wrecked.

“Sure about what?”

Something told me she had to be thinking I had a Sadist in me. Maybe I was the one thinking it.

I was both intrigued and annoyed by the idea of adding yet another layer to dissect and rediscover about myself.

That would all be for later, though. Now it was about Arlene, and the way she writhed over the sheets and let out little moans. She was sensitive, all right. I was barely doing anything. I knew she was aware. It was a good thing she wasn’t complaining.

I liked this, the kind of play that wasn’t just focused on specific body parts and a script to follow. It was what drew me to kink, after all. For a fleeting second, I wondered if I’d explained it right to her when we talked about it.

I kept that in mind as I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and pinched the other with my fingers. Arlene’s hips bucked off the bed, lifting us both. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past her lips.

“I’ve heard some people can come just from nipple play,” I hummed nonchalantly. “You think we could try that?”

“Don’t you dare,” Arlene half-moaned, half-groaned.

We were so going to try it. Not tonight, though. I could be nice.

“Got it.”

The way she huffed was way more amusing than it had any right being. I should punish her for all that attitude. Instead, I shifted downwards and placed my lips on her stomach. Truth be told, I wasn’t completely sure of what I was doing. I was mostly following her lead. I spent longer on the areas that had her breath hitching. I licked and nipped the skin above her hipbone, her belly button. She was easy to read, everything so close to the surface I didn’t know how she kept it contained the rest of the time.

“Lift up your hips.”

The other day, I’d been daydreaming about this—what I’d do with her, how I’d behave, if things turned sexual. In my head, I took my time. I didn’t rush to get all her clothes out of the way. I didn’t take off her matching panties as if I needed to get access to her.

I wasn’t sure what was making me react this way. I just knew it was imperative that I gave her everything, that she left my place without a doubt that she’d be coming back for more.

Her clit was erect, reddened. I left it alone for now—mostly so that I could see the way her body stiffened when I drew near only to move away.

“You’re evil.”

“Now I don’t know about that.”

I let my lips ghost over her inner thighs. She shivered so beautifully, and I left goosebumps wherever I went. It was a heady feeling. I should’ve grabbed the bottle of lube earlier, though. I wanted to tease the skin around her hole, but I didn’t want to move. I liked the intimacy we were building, the way the air was charged around us, buzzing with possibilities. It felt like a spell, like a strange, ancient magic humans had forgotten about.

“Arlene?”

Her name felt like more when it came from my lips. It was another thing I’d never felt before. It stole my breath for a second. What on Earth was happening here?

“Yeah?”

I kissed the skin above her hip bone in an almost reverent gesture. I wanted to keep doing it. At this point, I was acting on instinct, but I went along with it.

“You feel it too?” Fuck. The question made me sound like a child, an insecure person starting to figure out what was what. I couldn’t take it back, though.