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twelve.

"A-and I just don't understand..."
I pant, hips stirring.
"We're in love with each other."

He nods, throat vibrating as a replacement response for actual words. He continued to hold onto my thighs and stick his tongue out.

"Are you listening to me?"

"It's hard not to."
He sighs, rubbing my folds.
"You keep talking."

"This stuff is important to me."
I squeak, lifting my hips.
"Very, very important."

"I don't wanna hear about it right now, Sage."
He says, continuing his finger movements.
"Not that topic."

"What should I talk about then?"

"Nothing."
His tone was slightly annoyed, and a little muffled as the tip of his nose rubs against the small amount of short, curly hair.
"Just be quiet and relax."

"But, I--"
I trail off.
"Okay, I'll stop."

It's silent, if you exclude the quiet wet sounds that just barely echoed off the inside of my thighs.

"Sorry..."

He chuckles against my folds, dropping his head into the sheets.

"What's funny?"

He shrugs.
"I just think you're cute, is all."

His fingers begin to play with my clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles. I let out a small moan, lifting my leg up to set it on his shoulders, which I thought would hopefully give him some more access.

"You're getting so sensitive."
He whispers, kissing my core very gently.
"Who am I kidding? You always are."

Two of his fingers push further, pressing into my wet entrance, making me groan softly at the feeling.

I move my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down to keep my composure.

"You're shaking."
He mutters, grinning.
"Your teeth gonna start chattering?"

I giggle, fiddling my thumbs.
"They just might!"

"Goof."
He comments, his fingers pulling from inside me, moving along my clit once more.

Shivering, I hear him let out a quiet laugh, which caught my attention.

"You can come now, if you'd like."
He suggests.
"You don't always have to try and hold it in."

I choke on my words, thighs shaking as I feel a very warm trail down my cheek.

"Are you crying?"
He asks.

At first, I didn't even realize he was speaking the words that came out of his mouth. I let it my emotions go quickly, gently dragging my fingertips over my bare stomach.

"It feels good..."
I rasp, shutting my eyelids.

"You're so stupid, Duckie."
He teases, gripping my thigh as his eyes stayed focused on your my core.
"Don't be a baby."