I was sitting in his lap, straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips, and my arms wrapped around his neck, with his hands on both sides of my waist.
We were kissing slowly and deeply, savoring every moment. There was no rush at all.
This felt completely different from the punishment nights, and it was even different from the teasing on the second night.
The whole thing was soft and very savory. It was just what we both wanted.
We were taking our time, exploring each other and simply feeling everything.
His hands slid under my tank top and up my bare back. He was not groping. He was just touching and learning the feel of my skin.
I arched into his touch because I wanted to feel his touches more.
My hands were on his bare chest since his shirt was already off. I traced hi
