Lake
I hadn't ever imagined that eating food could be this much difficult. With his every touch my insides tightened and my core pulsed. The food I chewed seemed tasteless. It was like I was eating dust because all my senses were focused on his touch on my nîpple as he teased it with soft and slow caresses, turning it into a hard bud that he soon pinched between his index finger and thumb.
The fork shook as I put it down on my plate. But then his fingers stopped and his touch withdrew. The absence of his touch on my body left me bereft. I mumbled a protest and peeked at him through my lashes. He seemed to understand what I wasn’t saying as he said, “Start eating and I won't stop.”
My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest any second now as I resumed eating. Although I was
