The air is humid with the heat of our bodies moving together in perfect time. I can’t tell which is driving me crazier—the brush of Jessa’s naked skin against mine, or the soft incoherent sighs that fall from her lips when I discover a new sensitive spot to caress with my tongue.
What makes it all the sweeter is that there’s no shortage of silky skin to explore and throaty gasps to elicit.
I taste her skin, and she drags her fingernails against my biceps. I bite my lip, a shiver racing down my spine. If I’m not careful, this is going to end a lot sooner than either of us would like.
Sex has never been like this before . . . so tender, like every microsecond matters. I finally know that it’s not because I haven’t slept with anyone in a while. I remember how that felt compared to this—lik
