Chapter 16
When Stefan woke, he was warm.
His skin felt scrubbed smooth and clean. There was watery sunlight trickling through a crack in the curtains and leaking over the bed in thin streaks. A heat at his back, a pair of knees tucked up behind his own and the soft press of a half-hard c**k against his arse, spoke of where he was and why.
And the body at his back was awake.
There was a hand on his breast. And the fingers were tugging at his n****e, rolling it and massaging the slowly hardening nub.
Stefan tensed.
His breast felt full and heavy in the callused palm that held it. The movement of the n****e, being jerked almost like coaxing a c**k to hardness, was making the entire mass rock softly. It rolled and moved, like a fluid tumour on the front of his body, and the pleasurable
