I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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I felt delirious from the pleasure his fingers were drumming up. His eyes were hooded with insatiable desire and filled with a promise of providing so much sexual fulfillment that I almost came undone.
"I'm going to kiss you." He used one finger to trace up the length of my slit, spreading my wetness from my entrance all the way up to my clit. "Here." I swallowed down a gulp.
He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my entrance, the warmth of his touch was powerful enough to make me groan and clench the bedsheets between my fists. I glanced down at him, he looked sexy as fuck between my legs. He appeared dangerously rugged and knowing that I was committing a sin right now only turned me on even more.
His fingers pushed apart my lips and held them open while his tongue picked up more movement, circling around my clit but not directly over it, almost teasing it. The whole area felt sensitive and he was conjuring up a wonderful feeling inside.
I couldn't control my breathing and how it became heavier, louder when I wanted it to be quiet. My hips rolled with his movements and my grip on the bedsheets tightened. There were no words coherent enough to explain the sensations he caused me to feel, I had never experienced anything even close to this in my entire life.
Something built within me.
It was that feeling, the one that takes over my entire body. The one that makes me scream and convulse and feel stupid and guilty and embarrassed.
Arlo slid his tongue up and down, making me shudder. He swiped it over my clitoris and twisted it inside my entrance. My nerve endings sizzled, so much feeling in so many places. His hand toyed with my nipples, gently squeezing, cupping and applying pressure to them.
"A-rlo" I could barely speak. I needed him to stop, I couldn't let him see that happen to me again. I couldn't expose myself, be so vulnerable and intimate.
"S-something is h-hap-pening." I breathed out, unable to speak. I clenched my teeth together tightly, refusing to involuntarily moan his name.
I closed my thighs around his face, suffocating him with me but he took his hands off my nipples and pulled them apart, holding them apart. Fire whirled around my body, everything felt so hot, so tight. My back arched into the pillows and I sunk my teeth into my lip as this overbearing emotion ripped through me, taking away all of my self control.
"Arlo!" I screamed as a climax exploded throughout me, making everything feel wetter down there. He kept licking, savouring the reaction my body had to his touch. He only stopped when my body stopped jolting and my screams simmered down to low 'hmms'. Then he raised his head to look at me, my arousal hanging off his chin in splatters and drips.
He smirked up at me.
"Wow, I made you squirt." I slapped my hands across my face and sobbed into them. "Fuck, what?" He asked alarmed, sitting himself up and next to me "What?" I just shook my head, not daring to look at him. The shame squeezing my trachea shut.
