Dominic holds me tighter, his thumb brushing against my breast as he shifts us slightly to the side. His hand travels hesitantly down my hip and along my thigh, gripping my skin before lifting my leg up around his waist.
I turn my face away, stifling a moan when my center rubs against the fabric of his jeans. The fabric of my panties is so thin that the roughness of his pants creates a particularly stimulating pressure.
“Nic,” I breathe, his name escaping me in a trembling whisper.
He drags his nose slowly between my breasts, across my collarbone, up to my neck, where his mouth opens and his tongue traces a warm, wet path to my ear.
“Are you wet?”
“And your girlfriend?” I manage, brushing my nose along his cheek.
He smiles softly, tilting his head back to look me in the eye.
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