"It's okay," she smiles, bashfully looking away, "I know...I know how important touch is to you. You can touch me," she offers, her beautiful round breasts pucker from the cold and I want nothing more than to suckle her n*****s until they warm again, growing full and round between my lips.
"If I start touching you," I confess, closing my eyes as I try to clear my mind of my more sinful thoughts. "I might not be able to stop."
Her smile slowly stretches across her face as a sideways smirk that is both nervous and sexy in equal amounts. "That's okay too."
"May I kiss you?" I take a step forward. "Can I touch you?" I crave the touch of her skin against mine. I want her naked and underneath me, rolling around in my scent and screaming my name.
But I also don't want to scare her. She is s
