LUCASAfter a short while, Lydia raised her head to look at me, still breathing hard from the orgasm I had given her.“Help me down,” she whispered, her fingers curving around mine. So I held her hand in a furk grip, and helped her to easily slide off the counter. But before I could say anything, she dropped to her knees right there in front of me and when I stared down at her in that position, my heart slammed against my ribs at the stark realization of what she was trying to then. My brain struggled to catch up because I was not expecting any of it."Lydia,” I began, breathless, in a voice that was rough, with need and also desire, “you don't have to do this." She looked up at me with those dark eyes that always pulled me in. "I want to. Let me."She blinked.“Please.”I swallowed hard, my grip on her elbow loosening as a sign of defeat and utter surrender to her own wishes.
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