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"I'm going to need you to move your toes, James," Oliwia said, her dark eyes twinkling playfullyI need you to move them for me." She moved to the side of the bed and put her hand on his chest. "Now, push off my hand with your toes. I need you to stand up so I can check your gait."
He stood on shaky legs and pressed his lips into a pout, his jaw tensed and his hands clenched at his sides."I don't want to stand up," he said, his voice cracking. "It's too embarrassing."
Oliwia smiled. " Embarrassing' is not a word I would use to describe this procedure, my love. In fact, I would go so far as to say it is one of the most sensual experiences a man can have."Now, I'm going to need you to turn around and take off your shirt and the pants too." She unbuttoned his shirt and in the dim light of the room. He could feel his cheeks flush and his heart thump as she directed him to move his feet closer to the bed. "It doesn't matter if you can't feel them.
She ran her hand along his jawline and down his neck, her fingers trailing along his chest and belly button until she reached the top of his pyramid of tumescence. She traced a path from his navel to his pelvis, stopping just short of his erection jutting out from his hip socket and pointed towards his heart. "Do you feel that, James? The rising and falling of your heart?"
She reached for his erection and stroked it gently up and down, her thumb brushing against the edge. Oh, yes, it feels good. I need more of this. Please, ma'am, give it to me. I promise I won't make you regret it.