VALERIE
His hands roamed steadily, softly across my stomach and it was all I could do to moan loudly, arching my back towards that touch.
More, more, please. My fingers gripped the silk sheets I laid on, breaths coming out in uneven puffs and even though the night was a very cold one, I was hot all over.
He traced his list, sinful lips from my stomach through the valley between my perky and aching breasts, to nip at my jaw, softly. “Valerie.” he murmured.
I could come undone just from his deep baritone alone but, hearing him moan my name? Heaven. I moved to touch him, his hair, his face, anything. But, he shook his head. “Let me... Let me touch you, Valerie, let me touch you.”
And I knew it was him, I just knew it, even though the room - which was not my room by the way - was covered
