Seth’s hand slowly moves down my body from my face, cupping one of my breasts as I hear him chuckle slightly. “Definitely bigger.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, still so nervous and self-conscious about the changes to my body.
“No, no,” he says, looking at me. “This is not something to apologize for. I love it. I love everything about you, Molly. You’re perfection.”
“I’m not me anymore,” I whisper.
“You are though,” he tells me, gently placing a kiss on my cheek. “You are. You’re still my Molly.” He squeezes my breast gently, pinching, and making me moan in pleasure.
“Seth,” I breathe out. He kisses me, pinching again, causing me to arch my back and push myself into his chest. He moves his head and kisses along my neck again, gently licking and nipping along the way when I fee
