Chapter 13

I was suddenly aware of my lips. Realizing that they were dry, I hastily licked them.

“That’s right,” the man said in a low growl, “youknow what you want.”

He lifted up on his knees so that the tenting was moved up and forward and it hung over my face. I tilted my head back slightly so that I could look up at it, an inch from the tip of my nose. And then he lowered himself, pressing the weight of his massive erection and its flannel cover down onto my face.

I moaned quietly. By moving my head slightly from side to side, the weight of the soft fabric dragged across my skin. It reminded me of the flannel blanket of the previous night—but was much more pleasurable being, as it were, “loaded.”