His other hand slides up my stomach and cups my breasts. His fingers tweak my n****e, rolling and pinching until it’s taut and sensitive. I lean back into him as his other hand rises up to hold me, too. He’s palming me and grinding himself into my ass.
Timofey’s heavy breathing against my neck is hot. Knowing that he’s like that because of me is intoxicating. It’s maddening.
Pretty soon, I can’t resist. I reach around and slide my hand beneath the waist of his briefs.
“Piper,” Timofey warns, his hands stilling on me. It’s like a warning. Do as I say or you’ll be punished.
But I don’t care. Whatever happens next will be worth it. Hearing him fall apart at my touch would be worth anything.
I wrap my hand around him, and gasp when I realize he’s so thick that my thumb and finger don’t me
