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Clothes separate us, but I feel every stroke to the deepest part of me. “You…said you’d give me time.” I choke on the word, not able to recognize my voice from the thickness of it. “And I will. This has nothing to do with that.” He pulls down my top’s strap and it reveals the lace of my bra. “Mmm. Red. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips.” “N-no…” My shaky fingers slap against his chest, so utterly weak. “And how does this have nothing to do with it when you’re obviously touching me?” “Never said I wouldn’t. I just said I wouldn’t take your virginity—for now.” He pulls down the other strap and glides his fingers against my bra until he finds the tips of my breasts. “Look at these little nipples being all hard before I’ve even touched them.” He yanks down the bra to my stomach and I briefly close my eyes as my breasts bounce free. My nipples ache with want, hard and t