“Touch me, Mary.” His whispered words seared her flesh. “I want to feel your touch.”
Unaware she grasped the bedding beneath her, Mary-Michael hesitantly reached out and returned his caresses as he encouraged. With a soft growl he slid over her, still tormenting her with his lips and tongue. Her hands played across the ripples of muscle over his shoulders and neck, then forward to his taut arms as they supported his weight. He captured a n****e between his lips and she sucked in a sharp breath as a strong clenching deep within began to build, forcing his name from her lips in a wild cry.
His lips traveled lower still, to her navel. He traced the outer rim, then dipped his tongue in. The shock jolted her causing her to buck up from the bed, and he chuckled. The sensations he stirred insid
