Mary couldn't help but moan. She knew she was playing with fire now, and it was obvious enough to get burned by his wonderful, warm touch. She felt warm fingertips start to massage the base of her skull and warm breath on the nape of her neck. She shuddered in anticipation. She felt her n*****s harden against the fabric of his soft cotton shirt and felt a gentle heat sweep through her. She wasn't confident if the heat she was feeling was all from the fire or from his breath.
He kneaded her shoulders and back, avoiding the sore spot. She felt the heat of his fingers through the fabric. He toiled with her tired muscles.
After what seemed like an eternity of warming her neck, he went back to massaging her shoulder. It was then that he really noticed that she was sitting against his chest an
