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Adrien's grip around me was confident for a guy I was sure had only ever been with girls, sending a shiver through my whole body. His warm palm slid over me in a slow, deliberate motion, pulling a ragged gasp from my lips before I could hold it in.
He moved with excruciatingly slow patience, his thumb gliding over the slick tip with every upward stroke, spreading the wetness and making my hips instinctively thrust into his hand.
The pleasure was intense, coiling tightly in my belly, and I couldn't help but shake or let out soft sounds that slipped past my lips, despite trying to keep quiet.
"Look at you," he whispered once again, his voice rich and smooth, eyes locked onto my face as if he was memorizing every flush and twitch of my body.
