I am a heaving stuttering mess.
What is he saying? He sounds so far away.
“what was that?” I whisper.
He chuckles underneath me.
The car is still moving and the privacy glass is still up too.
“you are so soft.” he growls.
His hand trails up and down the expanse of my arms.
I shiver.
“what are you doing?” I ask.
My voice is really know and I can’t find my bearing. It is getting too hard to stay focused and I am trying to regulate my breathing.
He doesn’t say anything. He is barely touching me, just trailing his hands up and down my arms. I don’t know what to do and I don’t have any choice other than to sit there and take the s****l and wicked onslaught of his hands wrecking havoc on my senses because my body won’t listen to my brain and actually get up and move it.
“you smell s
