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where it is."
    Her smile returned as he roughly shoved her knees apart. "I'm going to need a lot more room to work."
    Penny's skin flushed pink and pebbled with goose bumps. With her legs splayed apart, he could finally see her properly and he couldn't wait for a taste. He examined her.
    Penny squirmed impatiently, waiting for something, anything.
    Finally giving in to the craving, Drake licked a swath up her slit.
    She gasped, her legs snapping shut, pinning him in place.
    He wrapped his arms under her thighs, curled his fingers over her knees and pried her legs open again, holding her to the bed. His tongue delved inside her, tasting her secret sweetness. He latched onto her clit and sucked, pushing her to the brink.
    She cried out, her hips rolled, pressing her pussy to his face, even as he pinned her legs to the bed.
    He freed one leg and pulled away from her, pausing a beat before plunging a finger inside her. "Expect the unexpected, Penny girl."
    He curled his finger, looking for her sweet spot, and knowing for certain he'd found it when Penny wailed. He twisted his wrist, searching for the angle that made her cry out the loudest, and cheering his success when he found it. While he rubbed her g-spot, he sucked at her clit, slowly building her back up, pushing toward her orgasm and abandoning her just before she came.
    His cock ached with the need for release; he resisted the urge to thrust against the mattress. "Do you feel it Penny?My Awen?The need to create?"
    "Swallowing it down."Her breath came in short panting bursts, chest heaving. The pulse in her throat raced, a faint fluttering against the surface of her skin.
    "Good girl. Keep swallowing it. Focus on it. Store it all up." Drake sat upright and trailed his fingers down Penny's legs – thigh, knee, calf and ankles, covering each inch of skin with his own. "We can't forget about lesson one just because we're working on lesson three."
    He kissed the inside of each ankle. "Lesson four is never be afraid to say when you like something. Sex, like art, is subjective. Something that pleases one person may be a turnoff for another."He shifted forward, pressing his hips tight to Penny's, lifting her legs over his knees and nestling his cock against her opening.
    "Do you like your blindfold Penny?"
    "I do. Maybe not to use every time, but definitely for once in a while."
    "And your wrists?Do you like being tied up."
    She nodded quickly. "Very much, yes."
    "Good girl."He leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
    Penny moaned.
    He closed his lips, sucking lightly. He worked the other breast with his hand, rolling her nipple in his fingers, pinching and tugging gently. Abruptly he pulled away. "Didn't you like it, Penny?"
    "So good."Her legs circled his waist, pulling him closer still.
    "Then why didn't you say so?"He licked her nipple again.
    She ground her hips against him. "It's so good I'm stupid."She rolled her hips again. "I can't even remember what lesson we're on."
    "Never be afraid to say what you like."He sucked on the underside of her breast, tearing his mouth away roughly, admiring the small purple bruise left behind.
    "Did you just give me a hickey?"
    "I did."
    She smiled. "I like that."
    "Then maybe I'll add another one, right here."He closed his mouth on the skin of her neck, just below her ear. He massaged the sensitive skin with his tongue as he sucked ever harder. He pulled away slowly, checking his handiwork. "That one's even better."He bit the mark lightly and Penny gasped, arching against him.
    "Oh God, I liked that."
    "My teeth?"
    "Your teeth on my neck."She tipped her head further to the side, exposing her hickey and a long expanse of unmarked skin. "Again?"
    Drake dove in, biting and licking and sucking until the length of her neck matched the first mark, bruised and bitten. Penny moaned and arched beneath him, her breathy noises driving Drake down the short road to crazy. "You're going to need to wear turtlenecks