Feeling braver, I reached for the hem of the oversized shirt and slipped it off, baring myself to him completely. My heart pounded in my chest, and I prayed silently that he would meet my courage, that he would take the lead and conquer me—because I knew how easily he could make me melt.
But as I moved closer, fear crept up the back of my mind, threatening to consume me. I pushed it aside, determined not to let it control this moment. My breath hitched when, in a swift motion, he latched onto my right breast, his mouth warm and firm against me, while his hands cupped and massaged my behind, claiming every part of me that I had freed.
“Ah! Oh, please slow down, Jose!” I gasped, my voice breathy. “My breasts are sensitive!”
He stopped immediately, lifting his head and meeting my gaze with
