When his fingers twirl over my n****e, the thin material of my gown adding a new layer of sensation, I give a little jerk and make a silly, breathless sound.
He pauses, lifting his head to look at my face. “What was that?”
“Just a sound. What do you think?”
“I think I want to hear you make it again.” His smile is teasing, but his fingers return to my breast, tweaking my n****e until I make the sound again.
He’s chuckling as he kisses me, and he keeps fondling me at the same time. My heart is racing, my skin flushed, something like joy overflowing in my heart.
I’m touching him all over too, my hands skating over his arms, his back, his thighs. I can’t seem to stop myself.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs. He’s managed to slip his hand under my nightgown, and now he’s cupping one of my b
