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Eloise did as Damien instructed. His length pulsed in her hold as she gripped him, his hands wrapped around hers to guide her into a rhythm.
Eloise thought she was applying too much pressure at first, but when she looked up, Damien's cheeks were flushed, just as she imagined her own had been when his head was between her legs.
A wave of confidence came over her.
'Now is not the moment to be shy,' Eloise thought, eager to give Damien the same pleasure she had experienced.
Damien drew his hands away from hers, giving her the freedom to explore. "Move your hands by yourself," he said, his voice low and rough. "Go up to the tip, and then back down. Start slowly until you find a rhythm."
Eloise moved her hands just as she was told, listening to Damien's deep, controlled intakes of breath as she worked. She squeezed gently, earning a low utter of her name from somewhere deep in his throat.
