Sophie
My moaning doesn't start on its own in my dreams. He always appears, and he has always been the one who starts it.
When he asked if I needed some help, I gladly responded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and spoke in a low, needy voice.
“I can't do it on my own unless you touch me.”
I saw his Adam's apple move as our eyes locked.
“That is the only way I can feel anything,” I added.
He took a deep breath and gently caressed my leg. Then he shook his head.
“You're the only woman who has ever made me lose my mind.”
Did that mean he was in love with me?
Could this really be happening?
His hands were still on me, warming my body, and I was enjoying his touch until he forgot that my hand was injured.
The moment his hand touched it, I jerked up.
“Ah... it's still painful.”
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