Beads of sweat trickled down his muscular stomach. I try to wipe them away with the back of my hand, almost stroking a scar. "My poor darling" He rammed the hot baking sheet into his stomach. I snuggle even closer to him, pressing my nose and forehead against his chest and feeling a warm feeling spread through my heart. My fingers keep stroking forward over the right side of his chest. He closes his eyes and enjoys my touch.
I feel his hand on my stomach, like a feather-light touch, agonizingly moving upwards. His Fingers are warm and caress under my top and gently push it up.
"You've never been touched like that, have you?" His quiet words sound slightly amused. My buds are getting tighter, waiting for his touch. I shift uncomfortably, close my eyes and sink into my thoughts. A thund
