Just as she got to the front door, there was a knock, and she jumped. She completed this circuit three or four times, listening for that distinct change in the pitch of his breathing that let her know when he was on edge. xnx Stop it, she thought. She tasted a stray drop on her palate and opened her mouth wider, slowly sliding down, letting him feel the hot, wet, soft touch of her lips gliding over one inch at a time. “You’ve been with someone else.”
She blinked, looking around for him. Christine frowned. At midnight, there came a knock on her door. “I thought I’d frightened you,” it said. It stirred, and she heard a familiar, whispering voice: “Christine.
