You watched as my legs began to shake under your touch.
I laughed a blissful laugh that came out quieter than I intended.
I do that you know; any time a man gets close enough to brush the skin of my thighs my face burns with reticence.
I’ve been told I go quiet whenever my eyes roll back,
My breath hitching.
Normal people make a sound whenever another person causes absolute titillation.
Not me though,
No,
I lay there silently, moving my hips ironically, with my hands in your hair,
Until,
A few long, then short, then long again moments,
I laugh.
A sigh of relief, then another laugh, as I roll over to my side, hiding the scarlet cheeks I now possess.
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