I had to force down a few swallows as I took a seat on the foot of the bed. Suddenly, I started feeling really anxious about this situation.
Charles was standing behind me and he slightly bent over to speak to me. His warmth was palpable; I took comfort in its proximity.
His hands slid the robe down over my shoulder just enough for me to be able to see it. I made sure to keep my arms tightly crossed so that the front of the shirt would not fly open.
I was startled when his rough, muscular hands came into contact with my skin. He was pressing himself against me, at first moving in circular motions, and then going back and forth as if he was attempting to stretch out my skin. After then, he increased the amount of pressure.
At first, I had to bite my lip. He had an innate understanding o
