Mikey
Once I started touching Macey’s body, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I had told her I would if she wanted me to, but I was relieved she wanted me to continue.
As I kissed my way down her breast to her belly, I knew I needed to go slow. I wanted her to enjoy my touch.
This wasn’t about what I needed; this was about Macey. I wanted her to feel like a goddess. So if I had to kiss every square inch of her body, I would, just to show her how beautiful she truly is.
As I reached her navel, I lifted my lips away and lightly traced around the little circle with my finger.
I looked up at her and saw the enjoyment on her face. I wondered how far she would let me go.
“It looks like you have a decision to make,” I said to her in a low voice.
“Hmm, I do?” she asked in a husky tone.
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