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"W-will you teach me how?" she asks in a throaty whisper. She sounds unsure, like I might turn her down and reject her, but I can't even begin to imagine why.
I wouldn't even dream of saying no.
Her fingers skim the waistline of my jeans, her actions such a contrast to her verbal hesitation.
"You can do whatever you want to me, babe," I whisper hoarsely.
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Mabel's gaze flickers down to where her fingers rest on me, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Switch me," she murmurs, glancing up at me from beneath her thick lashes.
She tugs on the waistband of my pants just as she slides off the bed. I follow her lead, kissing her back when she stretches up on her toes and snakes an arm behind my neck to pull my mouth down to hers. The kiss is brief, just enough to keep my cock raging painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans, and then her small hands are shoving at my chest and directing me to sit on the edge of the bed. When I'm seated, Mabel places her hands on my thighs and slowly eases onto her knees.
My fingers twitch at my sides. I want to touch her, I want to reach up under her shirt and play with her tits, I want to slide my fingers against her folds to gauge how wet she is. From the sounds she was making earlier she has to be slick. But I remind myself that I have to allow her to take the reins. If I'm too pushy the entire moment could be ruined, and I don't want that, not with the unspoken promise she's made to put that pretty mouth of hers on my dick.
